1. I finished The Pursuit of Love the other day and now, if Nancy Mitford were still alive (she died in 1973; I checked), I would sit her down and have a conversation about endings. I am not good at endings. Most of the time I'd really just like to conclude with a well-placed "The End" or possibly a "meanwhile, back at the ranch..." if it's just a chapter ending or a scene ending, or whatever. But even I know that "...and then everyone dies, too bad!" is not an acceptable way to end an otherwise lovely novel. (And that was not a spoiler; not everybody dies, but you see what I mean.) Come ON, Nancy. Interestingly, Love in a Cold Climate takes place in the same universe and I think parallels The Pursuit of Love--which, duh, is why it's in the same book, but I didn't know--so I guess we'll see? Ms. Mitford is On Notice, which wouldn't be a problem if she'd seen fit to write an actual ending.
2. I've also been keeping Neil Gaiman's Coraline (my first Gaiman novel! Too cliched, a la Rory Gilmore?) next to my bed, which I think is a mistake. I like it a lot--the Other Mother, buttons for eyes, dog-bats, former-showbiz lady "companion" neighbors, etc.--but it's juuuuust scary enough to kind of freak me out. I can say there's no way I'd have made it through as a kid. I think the movie's going to be awesome and creepy, though, and not just because John Hodgman is voicing Father/Other Father. Children's horror, though? I'm picturing kind of a Nightmare Before Christmas/Pan's Labyrinth hybrid, which...hmm.
3. Margaret Atwood on the Anne of Green Gables books, which ARE my childhood, even (or especially) the later ones, no matter what she says. Anne of the Island forever! (But also Anne of Windy Poplars, and Rilla of Ingleside, and, oh, all of them.)
4. I miss Lost, and it's only been gone two weeks. I've been listening to the Damon & Carlton podcasts all week, back to back, and I somehow have decided that they're great and smart and hilarious, and I want them to give me a job. Come back to me, Lost! I will come back here for you! Also,
chickflick1979's GG marathon is making me nostalgic, like I haven't had enough Stars Hollow in my life lately. Oh, Gilmores.
(Ooh, and one more thing: I just went to the coffee shop and ran into a guy I used to go out with and with whom I just let things trail off. Awk-ward!)
The End.
2. I've also been keeping Neil Gaiman's Coraline (my first Gaiman novel! Too cliched, a la Rory Gilmore?) next to my bed, which I think is a mistake. I like it a lot--the Other Mother, buttons for eyes, dog-bats, former-showbiz lady "companion" neighbors, etc.--but it's juuuuust scary enough to kind of freak me out. I can say there's no way I'd have made it through as a kid. I think the movie's going to be awesome and creepy, though, and not just because John Hodgman is voicing Father/Other Father. Children's horror, though? I'm picturing kind of a Nightmare Before Christmas/Pan's Labyrinth hybrid, which...hmm.
3. Margaret Atwood on the Anne of Green Gables books, which ARE my childhood, even (or especially) the later ones, no matter what she says. Anne of the Island forever! (But also Anne of Windy Poplars, and Rilla of Ingleside, and, oh, all of them.)
4. I miss Lost, and it's only been gone two weeks. I've been listening to the Damon & Carlton podcasts all week, back to back, and I somehow have decided that they're great and smart and hilarious, and I want them to give me a job. Come back to me, Lost! I will come back here for you! Also,
(Ooh, and one more thing: I just went to the coffee shop and ran into a guy I used to go out with and with whom I just let things trail off. Awk-ward!)
The End.