Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Cathedral of the Madeleine (Entry 31)

This post has been removed for the novel's debut in April, 2012 . . .


    Elisa isn't your regular nerd.  She's not the kind of person who quotes Monty Python, or has a periodic table tattooed on her butt.  No she's a different sort altogether.  She carries a duct-taped Bible everywhere, wears bright-orange polyester pants, and dyes her hair with red kool-aid.
    Even though she tries slipping by apart from the crowds, it doesn't help that her best friend happens to be "The Boarder," one of the cutest and most popular boys in school.  He's not willing to let her go unnoticed—not until she goes to the homecoming dance with another guy.
   "The Boarder" starts acting weird after the date goes well, and Elisa begins wondering if he's only been looking at her as a friend or maybe something more.  She must choose between her best friend and "The Bad Boy," but will she make the right choice?


  1. It is fascinating to read about religion as it is seen through your eyes. I am glad you found peace but listening to Metalica, aren't they heavy metal? LOL, I expected more violins and harps.

  2. I can't help but completely relate to your experiences. My sister once had the CD of Lauryn Hill: Misunderstood and in one of those zealot, "righteous" moments she threw it away because it was secular. I've always listened to her and even though she's not a "christian" artist her songs have depth and meaning and are written in an open and honest spirit. And I think it's really hypocritical to deem some music as secular when food establishments, movies, and clothing brands are all secular unless you strictly only eat at Chic Fil A and have Amish people make your clothes and build your homes...

  3. It's like that old saying sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees. I think everyone has gone through some similar snap judgements then regretted them later as they found themselves in the same place as the person they condemned. You should be proud of who you have become my friend. I know I am.

  4. What a powerful post. I felt every bit of it. Thank you.

  5. Not to rub salt into the wound or anything, but I think I blocked out the whole burning of the books thing. Lame, but reading together when you were little is one of my most dear memories. It in some way symbolizes our relationship as a whole. I cried when I read it here. I told my wife about it at the dinner table a few minutes ago and cried again, right in front of our kids. I am such a sentimental putz. Anyway, I still love you. You book burner, you.