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I am not very traditional. When we were kids, we decorated, because it was fun for my parents to see us excited about the holiday - but we never really did the Perfect Christmas thing as, apparently, people do. Last year, we went to Asian Cafe and had sushi, and the year before that we did Rainbow Trout for dinner. (I imagine that my mom will start getting festive now, and decorating her house and going all out for the holiday because my nephew is getting to the age where he'll get excited about that kind of thing.) But for my boyfriend and I... it's just a day. We do gifts, we get a little Charlie Brown type tree (if any) and we have dinner at home or out somewhere that's open in true A Christmas Story style, but all of the OMGCHRISTMAS is something that we don't buy into or understand. We're heathens.
I honestly don't know why this book exists. I didn't get it at all. If you want to do your own thing for the holidays, do it. It's not a big deal. Everyone in this book acted like it was, but that's because they're all nosy shit-heads who think that conformity and homogeneity makes a good neighborhood, and good neighbors are expected to participate in the festivities. I think that's bullshit. Don't do the tree, don't do the gifts, don't do the decorating, or the dinner, or the party, or the cards, or whatever. It's nobody's business but yours, and if your neighbors have a problem with it... well, that's their problem isn't it? Last I checked, Christmas wasn't a requirement.
Anyway, I'd seen this movie (Christmas with the Kranks) and thought that it was pretty funny, so when I discovered that I actually had it on my kindle, I decided to read it as one of the short books to fill my remaining quota of challenge reads. I WILL NOT FAIL!
This book should have taken me about 2 hours, but instead it took me two days. For some reason, I just found the book annoying, in a way that the movie wasn't, despite it having Tim Allen in the lead. I found the characters to all be simply annoying. So superficial and suburban, upper middle class, keep up with the Joneses, traditional. They all decorate, and all have Frostys (placement and date of set up dictated by that one neighbor who thinks he's King Shit of Turd Hill), they do the overpriced cards, have the big holiday party, make the same dinner every year, blah blah blah. They all do this, not for the joy of the season, or because they like to, but because it's expected of them. Because it's what they've always done. Because they'll be judged by their neighbors if they fail to assimilate. Resistance is futile.
So, god forbid, someone want to do something different. The nerve. The gall. The SELFISHNESS.
Regardless, the Kranks decide to not do Christmas and instead go on a cruise. Which mortally offends everyone ever. Their neighbors go on a campaign of terror to bully the Kranks into the Christmas spirit, even going so far as to recruit college kids to carol in front of their house repeatedly or send them Frosty the Snowman cards or leave "Free Frosty" campaign signs on their lawn. Which only makes the Kranks more stubborn and resistant. Of course, everyone has a lovely change of heart on Christmas eve when, for some reason, everyone comes together to help save the day and protect the illusion of a Perfect Christmas for the 23 year old Krank daughter and her fiance (whom she's known for literally 3 weeks) when they unexpectedly call on Christmas Eve to surprise everyone by coming home for Christmas. So the whole neighborhood rallies to their rescue. Because again... I guess it's expected that Christmas be properly perfect.
Nora was such a whining ninny that she got on my nerves about 3 seconds into the book, with her constant "Is she OK??" questioning. For god's sake, the girl is 23 and in Peru TEACHING. She's not in a war zone. And how the hell is Nora's husband supposed to know if she's OK? His crystal ball works no better than anyone else's.
Luther got on my nerves, too. Just because stuff happens at the end of December doesn't mean that it's part of Christmas. He'd already agreed to charitable giving as the exception to their skipping Christmas... yet when the police department and fire departments come to collect money for their charities, he turns them away, cherry-picking "Christmas" vs "Charity" based on whether he feels like he's being shaken down for cash or not. He's essentially railing against being expected to give to these organizations, which I can understand... but again, it's hypocritical. All in the guise of saving money, but then he throws hundred of dollars away for tanning sessions while insisting on skipping the free holiday events. He would rather be miserable and hide himself away from his neighbors than compromise.
Ugh. Such a stupid premise for a book. ZOMG! Someone's not doing Christmas right! Let's harass the shit out of them until they do it the way we think is proper! That's TRUE Christmas spirit.
I honestly don't know why this book exists. I didn't get it at all. If you want to do your own thing for the holidays, do it. It's not a big deal. Everyone in this book acted like it was, but that's because they're all nosy shit-heads who think that conformity and homogeneity makes a good neighborhood, and good neighbors are expected to participate in the festivities. I think that's bullshit. Don't do the tree, don't do the gifts, don't do the decorating, or the dinner, or the party, or the cards, or whatever. It's nobody's business but yours, and if your neighbors have a problem with it... well, that's their problem isn't it? Last I checked, Christmas wasn't a requirement.
Anyway, I'd seen this movie (Christmas with the Kranks) and thought that it was pretty funny, so when I discovered that I actually had it on my kindle, I decided to read it as one of the short books to fill my remaining quota of challenge reads. I WILL NOT FAIL!
This book should have taken me about 2 hours, but instead it took me two days. For some reason, I just found the book annoying, in a way that the movie wasn't, despite it having Tim Allen in the lead. I found the characters to all be simply annoying. So superficial and suburban, upper middle class, keep up with the Joneses, traditional. They all decorate, and all have Frostys (placement and date of set up dictated by that one neighbor who thinks he's King Shit of Turd Hill), they do the overpriced cards, have the big holiday party, make the same dinner every year, blah blah blah. They all do this, not for the joy of the season, or because they like to, but because it's expected of them. Because it's what they've always done. Because they'll be judged by their neighbors if they fail to assimilate. Resistance is futile.
So, god forbid, someone want to do something different. The nerve. The gall. The SELFISHNESS.
Regardless, the Kranks decide to not do Christmas and instead go on a cruise. Which mortally offends everyone ever. Their neighbors go on a campaign of terror to bully the Kranks into the Christmas spirit, even going so far as to recruit college kids to carol in front of their house repeatedly or send them Frosty the Snowman cards or leave "Free Frosty" campaign signs on their lawn. Which only makes the Kranks more stubborn and resistant. Of course, everyone has a lovely change of heart on Christmas eve when, for some reason, everyone comes together to help save the day and protect the illusion of a Perfect Christmas for the 23 year old Krank daughter and her fiance (whom she's known for literally 3 weeks) when they unexpectedly call on Christmas Eve to surprise everyone by coming home for Christmas. So the whole neighborhood rallies to their rescue. Because again... I guess it's expected that Christmas be properly perfect.
Nora was such a whining ninny that she got on my nerves about 3 seconds into the book, with her constant "Is she OK??" questioning. For god's sake, the girl is 23 and in Peru TEACHING. She's not in a war zone. And how the hell is Nora's husband supposed to know if she's OK? His crystal ball works no better than anyone else's.
Luther got on my nerves, too. Just because stuff happens at the end of December doesn't mean that it's part of Christmas. He'd already agreed to charitable giving as the exception to their skipping Christmas... yet when the police department and fire departments come to collect money for their charities, he turns them away, cherry-picking "Christmas" vs "Charity" based on whether he feels like he's being shaken down for cash or not. He's essentially railing against being expected to give to these organizations, which I can understand... but again, it's hypocritical. All in the guise of saving money, but then he throws hundred of dollars away for tanning sessions while insisting on skipping the free holiday events. He would rather be miserable and hide himself away from his neighbors than compromise.
Ugh. Such a stupid premise for a book. ZOMG! Someone's not doing Christmas right! Let's harass the shit out of them until they do it the way we think is proper! That's TRUE Christmas spirit.