Let it Snow

“Let It Snow” was all right for its genre, I suppose, but I just wasn't in the right state of mind for it.

The story that I enjoyed the most was Maureen Johnson's “Jubilee Express”. It had a few funny moments and a feel-good kind of vibe. I also liked the quirky characters. If I had read it when I was supposed to, during the Christmas holiday, I think I would've enjoyed it even more. The ending was eye-roll worthy, but I'll just let that go.

I could have done without Green's „A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle” and Myracle's „The Patron Saint Of Pigs”. The characters were these annoying, superficial, immature-even-for-their-age, little brats. And I couldn't be bothered to care for them. They just made me fell happy about not being a teenager anymore. Here's a sample:

Lady and gentleman, when my parents left Korea with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the considerable wealth they had amassed in the shipping business, they had a dream. They had a dream that one day amid the snowy hilltops of western North Carolina, their son would lose his virginity to a cheerleader in the woman's bathroom of a Waffle House just off the interstate. My parents have sacrificed so much for this dream! And that is why we must journey on, despite all trials and tribulations! Not for me and least of all for the poor cheerleader in question, but for my parents and indeed for all immigrants who came to his great nation in what they themselves could never have: CHEERLEADER SEX.