this book had six year old me going 🤯 (exploding head if you can't see the emoji) with the "the paragraph has no E" and "think thoap" has lived with me for probably over twenty years
the YMCA after school program i went to K through 3rd grade had these in their library. i always thought the drawings were so ugly but now i recognize them as that distinctly 2000s style of ugly that nonetheless instills nostalgia. also it was published in september of 2001 which is.
my english teacher in sixth grade had us read this, and i think looking back on it she was good at trying to teach things that were a bit more profound than an eleven year old is capable of understanding but you find yourself thinking about it fifteen years later. it was her final year of teaching before retiring and she was an aged hippie with the Coexist sticker on the classroom wall. i hope you're doing well mrs. seymour. too bad this is preview only
i loved this (expletive deleted) growing up and it was definitely a heavy contributer to "pixie noses" which were my own subversive fairy tales that i wrote when i was like ten that i sadly no longer have access to
i was such an amelia kinnie as a child. she would be like "i like art and kind of hate the people around me" and nine year old me was like "she's me for real"
i'm pretty sure dear dumb diary actually precedes diary of a wimpy kid in the "middle schooler who is simultaneously very aware of being a loser but also thinks they're so cool and also has a seething disrespect for everyone around them, including their own best friend" subgenre