In which a bookstore employee, confounded by the covers of the Boxcar Children Mysteries, decides to use his own fuzzy memories and wild assumptions to literally judge a book by its cover. Updates somedays.
Friday, November 18, 2011
16 - Mystery in the Sand
Ugh. Benny would have a metal detector. He is exactly the kind of kid who would take one and run all over the beach, harshing everyone's calm because he thinks he's going to find pirate treasure. Newsflash, kid: Pirates didn't bury treasure. That's not a real thing that happened. Robert Louis Stevenson made it up. And everyone wants to go swimming, or on the boardwalk, or up to that castle or whatever it is, but you're so sure that you're going to find buried riches that you'll just go on and on and whine whenever anyone wants to leave... And the worst of it is, he seems to be right, which totally justifies how bad I wanted a metal detector at that age. VINDICATED.
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