I just finished a six week long sub job in a first grade classroom. I had a lot of fun, a lot.
day, I was in the library trying to find picture books for an activity
the next day, when I stumbled across "A Year with Molly & Emmett." I
of course had to temporarily abandon the task of finding books with
"wh" in the title and dive in to this book.
When I did, I was SO DISAPPOINTED. The story was terrible and not
at all entertaining.* Spoiler alert - Emmett is a cat and Molly is a
little girl well on her way to being a crazy cat lady. No really. On
Molly says, "Hi, I'm Molly! I'm six years old and my best friend is a
cat named Emmett." The really upsetting part is that Emmett, in true cat
style, doesn't seem to be too into Molly. He says, "Hello. My name is
Emmett. I'm lucky to have a friend like Molly. Yawn...is it time for a
nap again?" Is this what young people are associating with my first
name? An asocial person obsessed with her cat?
Of course, there is the tragically nerdy and awkward middle
child, Molly McIntire of American Girl fame. She had those homely little
braids and couldn't even fashion a grass skirt that could withstand a
little water from her pesky brother's prank. Honestly.
I've never been unsatisfied with my first name, but methinks there should be less dorky literary Mollys.
* Not at all like my favorite series Charlie & Lola, or the book about the American Founding Fathers as youngsters, John, Paul, George & Ben, which I love and blogged about many, many moons ago.
**Yes, I googled it.