The Girl Who Cried Monster by R.L. Stine
Lucy Dark loves to tell her little brother monster stories. She makes up every kind of monster you can imagine. Some at your toes. Some are under the bed. Her parents get kind of irritated with her for telling so many monster stories.
One day she’s at the library for her Reading Rangers meeting and she sees something strange. The librarian transforms before her eyes, turning into a monster, who will eat flies, and turtles, and snails. Lucy tells her brother, who doesn’t believe her. She tells her friend, who doesn’t believe her, but is willing to do a stakeout in the library, which he skips out of. Lucy tries to take a picture, but it doesn’t turn out.
The librarian finds out that Lucy knows he is a monster though and Lucy narrowly escapes. When her friend sees that the librarian is a monster with his own eyes, he tells Lucy’s parents, who finally believe her. Their course of action is to invite him over for a dinner, which he will never forget.
What I liked
I liked the twist in this book. I like the idea of something existing, that doesn’t. I like the idea of depicting those somethings as normal people, with human qualities. After all, aren’t the most interesting monsters those you can relate to? I also like this idea of being more than human. I like the idea of living with a secret that makes you both powerful and vulnerable. It makes for some very interesting stories.
What I didn’t like
I don’t like that Lucy’s parents didn’t believe her, but, then again, what parents would? Monsters aren’t real. Also, kids tell a lot of tall tales. Kids make up crap all the time. Sometimes, I side with children on these types of arguments. Let a kid be a kid–and all that, but looking at it from the adult point of view, it can be exhausting to listen to irrational stories and fears about things that don’t even exist. The Boogeyman? Monsters? Something under the bed? Just shut up and go to sleep already.
I know being a kid can be frustrating because adults don’t take you seriously…well, that’s because you’re a kid and not meant to be taken seriously most of the time. When you cross the line into teenagerland, then you can get to have more of your thoughts and words taken seriously.
This whole parent not listening to the kid thing is so cliché, probably because it’s true. It’s not the most exciting. While I liked the story, we can all see this from a mile away.
My librarian was not a monster. If anyone was a monster, it was the gym teacher.
Do you think that kids should be taken seriously more often?
If you were a monster, like Bigfoot, or whatever, but you could hide it, would you want other monsters around?