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Oct. 28th, 2023 03:23 pmБлин, зареклась читать что-то, кроме детективов и чиклита, а тут зачем-то начала антиутопию про воспитание "хороших матерей"ТМ (Вот буквально так и называется "the school for good mothers". Лет 20 назад, думаю, сломалась бы сразу, но сейчас это уже явно не такая больная мозоль..
Из забавного - к любимой теме про то, что "вся заграница одинаковая", еду мимо бывшей школы крошек, смотрю как на остановке ждут городского автобуса без родителей деточки в пресловутых шортиках с гольфиками (шорты заканчиваются в 9 лет), а в американской книжке звучит "никакая вменяемая мать никогда не отпустит 8-летнего ребенка одного в библиотеку!!!". Ага, ага.. В начальной школе у моих сыновей детей одних по домам с 5 лет отпускали...
Еще из жизненных моментов в книжке "... Carolyn asks how one coddles a teenage boy. “Isn’t he bigger than you?” “I cut up his food for him,” Helen admits. Disapproving glances ricochet around the table. “I zipped up his jackets. I liked tying his shoes for him. It was our special thing. I made him go over all his homework with me. Sometimes, I combed his hair. I helped him shave.” “Your husband was okay with that?” Carolyn asks. “There’s no husband. I thought Alexander liked our routines. But he told his therapist that I made him feel like a weirdo. He thought if he brought friends over, I’d try to spoon-feed him in front of them. He told his therapist that I was obsessed with him. He said he wanted to run away. I was planning to relocate to wherever he went to college. I still might.”
Из забавного - к любимой теме про то, что "вся заграница одинаковая", еду мимо бывшей школы крошек, смотрю как на остановке ждут городского автобуса без родителей деточки в пресловутых шортиках с гольфиками (шорты заканчиваются в 9 лет), а в американской книжке звучит "никакая вменяемая мать никогда не отпустит 8-летнего ребенка одного в библиотеку!!!". Ага, ага.. В начальной школе у моих сыновей детей одних по домам с 5 лет отпускали...
Еще из жизненных моментов в книжке "... Carolyn asks how one coddles a teenage boy. “Isn’t he bigger than you?” “I cut up his food for him,” Helen admits. Disapproving glances ricochet around the table. “I zipped up his jackets. I liked tying his shoes for him. It was our special thing. I made him go over all his homework with me. Sometimes, I combed his hair. I helped him shave.” “Your husband was okay with that?” Carolyn asks. “There’s no husband. I thought Alexander liked our routines. But he told his therapist that I made him feel like a weirdo. He thought if he brought friends over, I’d try to spoon-feed him in front of them. He told his therapist that I was obsessed with him. He said he wanted to run away. I was planning to relocate to wherever he went to college. I still might.”