If you’re in the midst of a life-long search for irony, you need look no further than my life. I was once talking with someone about irony, trying to explain situation irony to them. I couldn’t think of a perfect example off the top of my head. The only one I could think of was getting run over by an ambulance, a lame example I once heard from a teacher. Now that I think about it, I could have given him one of many examples from my life. There was this one time I was putting cream on my face. I didn’t want to get it in my hair, so I pushed my hair behind my ear. Of course, there was cream all over my hand, so my hair got really gross anyways.
Now, I have a new example that just makes me want to cry. I’ve been reading a lot of disappointing and/or Postmodern books lately, and I wanted a nice, light, happy-ending style break from all the seriousness. So I went to the library and I got a nice, silly book to read. I discovered that the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series has a new addition, Sisterhood Everlasting. It’s the sisterhood, ten years later *inhales sharply with mock excitement*. I really was under the impression that it would be nice, relaxed, happy read. I thought no one would die or kill themselves. Turns out, Tibby, one of the four girls, drowns. And it’s questionable whether it was an accident. The book seems to be about how each of the remaining girls handles her grief. So much for my nice, happy read.