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June 10, 2008


Cynthia Closkey

Ah, the Youth of today. I hear they've invented sex too.

But of course he's also correct, which is kind of sweet as well.


Sweet, smart kid - even if he doesn't quite know how to use words correctly. When I first read the letter, I assumed "conscientious" was a typo for "conscious." Why is his mouth "tropical"? (Now if he was in South Florida, it could be semi-tropical, but if that's a metaphor, it's not obvious.) Why capitalize "Youth"? (His answer should be that it's so the reader doesn't think it refers to her own younger years.)

I hope he gets a good first-year comp teacher before he gets a book contract. Failing that, I hope he gets a decent editor at Random House.


"Tropical" is an interesting choice of words. Maybe we're just too old to get it. We have desert mouths.


And wasn't "How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got A Life" a Great American Novel?

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