Love is in the air in the seventh installment of the Wimpy Kid series. "There's so much humor to be mined in the world of middle school romance," Kinney says. The Third Wheel will be published on Nov. 13. Click here to visit the Wimpy Kid website.
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"Let me just say for the record that I think middle school is the dumbest idea ever invented," laments Wimpy Kid protagonist Greg Heffley. "You got kids like me who haven't hit their growth spurt yet mixed in with gorillas who need to shave twice a day." Click here to read an excerpt from Diary of a Wimpy Kid.
The next installment in NPR's Backseat Book Club heads back to where this all started: Diary of a Wimpy Kid, by Jeff Kinney. It was our 2009 interview with Kinney that sparked the idea for a special book club dedicated to kids. On the day before Kinney arrived at our studios, we asked our youngest listeners to send us the questions they would put to the author of the blockbuster series. We were floored by the response. An avalanche of emails hit our inbox from kids all over the country.
Madalena (Sonia Guedes), a baker in the fictional community of Jotuomba in Brazil's Vale do Paraiba, makes the journey each day from her impoverished rural town to the local coffee shop to sell her bread.
Rita (Lisa Favero) relates to the town's residents as relics of another time, appreciating them with an outsider's view, yet not truly connecting.
The minimalist Brazilian drama Found Memories has a running gag, a small chuckle that gradually morphs into something profound: Madalena (Sonia Guedes), an elderly baker in a remote hillside town, walks her fresh goods to the local coffee shop every morning, where she removes the rolls from her basket and stacks them in a cabinet to be sold. The shop owner, Antonio (Luiz Serra), barks at her to stack the bread his way. But every morning, Madalena ignores him.
What Charlize Theron does for Snow White and The Huntsman in her role as the Wicked Queen is a bit like what Godzilla does for a Godzilla movie: She gives you something big and distracting to look at while a lot of thinly defined victims run around frantically trying to avoid a grisly death at her hand.
Provocative yet far from definitive, Pink Ribbons, Inc. is a critique of "breast-cancer culture." It could even be called a blitz on pink-ribbon charities and their corporate partners — though to use that term would be to emulate the war and sports metaphors the documentary rejects.
As one woman observes, describing the treatment of cancer as a "fight" or a "battle" suggests that the disease is always beatable if patients make a heroic effort. The implication is that people who die "weren't trying very hard."