Don't you just hate it when you are reading happily along, lost in the world of a story, and suddenly a small detail or choice of word throws you right out of the story? This has happened to me three times recently, and I am still brooding about these three ridiculously small details, so I thought if I shared, maybe I could Put It All Behind Me. These things are so minor that they don't (or shouldn't, for crying out loud) materially affect the overall quality of the story--other readers might glide happily over the same thing--so I'm not going to call out the books by name (though you might recognize them).
1. So we have just slipped in time back to the early 1940s, and our protagonist is going down the stairs to breakfast. She meets the maid, coming in with a basket of bedding from off the clothesline. BUT--I hang my own washing up on a clothesline, and you can't bring things in early in the morning because they are damp with dew (I have had to stick my children's socks in the microwave on occasion so as to enable them to go to school with clean, dry socks). Sheets and stuff you want to be really nice and dry (I have never microwaved a sheet). So I spent ages, absolutely ages, wondering if it were possible--the main character has slept late (but her mother is still eating breakfast), the sun rises very early in Maine in summer (but is it early enough?), maybe there was a stiff breeze, what did the family sleep on the night before--would they have had two sets of bedding (which implies more than just sheets...) etc.
2. A girl wants to give a vampire a memorable kiss, so she bites her tongue till it bleeds. I found myself chewing thoughtfully on my own tongue for several days--the tongue is quite tough, and to get a reasonable amount of blood you can't just nibble the side of it...but if you really bit down hard your teeth might go through...and wouldn't it just be so much easier to bite the side of your mouth, which I accidentally do a lot anyway, or possibly the lip, which is much more full of blood (as I have seen during the various occasions when my children fell on their faces)....
3. Benjamin Franklin thanks other gentleman for "leaguing" with him. What? Leaguing is a verb (!??!!) that might be used in the 18th century? Or is it one of those bothersome noun-into-verb things (I will never "gift" anybody anything) that are so prevalent these days? I had to stop reading and spent the rest of my bus ride brooding, and had to check the dictionary when I got home. I didn't find anything that convinced me Ben would have used it as a verb.
Feel free to share your own small bothers!