Scan barcode
A review by yeahdeadslow
Bab: A Sub-Deb by Mary Roberts Rinehart
4.0
This book is hi-lar-ious! (I wish I could properly convey how that word is to be said, since I hear my dearest friend's voice in my head saying/almost-singing it.)
Anyway, there really is only that word to describe this book: hilarious. I loved how seriously Barbara (or "Bab") took herself, and also how oblivious she was to, well, almost everything! Especially her lack of finesse in spelling.
Kathryn - though humour can be so subjective, I'd say this is one worth buying! :)
{A part that amused me:}
"In the morning I took lessons in the car, which I called the Arab, from the well-known song, which we have on the phonograph;
From the Dessert I come to thee,
On my Arab shod with fire.
The instructor had not heard the song, but he said it was a good name because very likly no one else would think of having it.
"It sounds like a love song," he observed.
"It is," I replied, and gave him a steady glanse. Because, if one realy loves, it is silly to deny it.
"Long ways to a Dessert, isn’t it?" he inquired.
"A Dessert may be a place, or it may be a thirsty and emty place in the Soul," I replied. "In my case it is Soul, not terratory.""
Anyway, there really is only that word to describe this book: hilarious. I loved how seriously Barbara (or "Bab") took herself, and also how oblivious she was to, well, almost everything! Especially her lack of finesse in spelling.
Kathryn - though humour can be so subjective, I'd say this is one worth buying! :)
{A part that amused me:}
"In the morning I took lessons in the car, which I called the Arab, from the well-known song, which we have on the phonograph;
From the Dessert I come to thee,
On my Arab shod with fire.
The instructor had not heard the song, but he said it was a good name because very likly no one else would think of having it.
"It sounds like a love song," he observed.
"It is," I replied, and gave him a steady glanse. Because, if one realy loves, it is silly to deny it.
"Long ways to a Dessert, isn’t it?" he inquired.
"A Dessert may be a place, or it may be a thirsty and emty place in the Soul," I replied. "In my case it is Soul, not terratory.""