Tuesday, November 3, 2009

So B. It

I’m reading So B. It, by Sarah Weeks. The main character’s name is Heidi and she lives with her mother and Bernadette. Bernadette is Heidi’s neighbor, technically, but Bernadette takes care of Heidi because her mother is unable to. Heidi’s mom is So B. It. She has this name because when Bernadette (or Bernie or Dette) asked her what her name was, she just kept saying, “So be it.”, and so Bernie changed it into a real name.
I think that I am like Heidi because we both have a lucky streak, though mine is not nearly as good as hers is. She uses hers for slots because her mother cannot work and Bernie only has so much money. Bernie also has agoraphobia*, so she couldn’t do the slots instead of Heidi. We both are mistaken as older than we are quite frequently. Heidi and I are also both kind of thickheaded with what we want, but I would not go to the lengths that she did such as when she wanted to know what the mysterious soof is that her mother occasionally mentions. Heidi buys a bus ticket to Liberty, New York, which is a place where she saw a picture of her mother and possibly her grandmother.
I think that everyone has a Bernadette in their life. Dette is an awesome person who does everything she can to help people. She is patient, kind, and a great role model. Dette has some humorous sayings that may not make sense to people, but you get the general idea, and it’s always supportive. Dette also is a bit of a cat person, but I think that there’s a little bit of one in all of us. ;)





* In Bernie’s case of agoraphobia, she is afraid to go outside at all. Period. End of story. Agoraphobia is defined as the fear of being somewhere that help might not be available. For many people with agoraphobia places like bridges, large crowds, and/or of being outside alone may scare them.

2 comments:

  1. This is one my absolutely favorite books! Nice writing, Julia and I like the comparisons you draw between the two of you.

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  2. My teacher in 5th grade read this book to our class, it was so good and sad, too. I also can relate to the being-mistaken-for-being-older part; A couple years ago I used to be mistaken all the time for being the older sibling of both my brother and I, but not anymore...

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