The universe made serious headway over the weekend in its grand scheme of trying to get me committed before the age of 30. This is the only reason I can come up with that my most recent best pal in Grenada is torturing me by sending photographs of his beach view.
So not funny. But thank you for the new wallpaper. On the bright side it's already the end of February and in 2 months it'll be back in the 50s and 60s. I like the 60s. The 60s are a little bit of alright in my book.
True to form, I *mostly* stayed out of the cold this weekend and caught up on a lot of reading. I finished three books, THREE!, and made it through 2 whole movies. By Sunday señor latte and I were having separation anxiety and not even the extreme cold could keep us apart.
And now for my Monday morning recap.
Proof. It has been revealed that my winter taste in movies drastically contrasts my summer taste in movies. If it's not tortured and arty this season apparently my snobby attention span doesn't want anything to do with you. Give me a 'Sylvia', give me a 'Capote', give me a 'Closer', but if you try to give me a 'The Wedding Crashers' I'll tell you - nay, I'll SHOW you - where you can shove your festive wedding crashing. This is the type of movie best served late at night (in the pitch dark), curled up on the couch with several blankets, with a box of tissues nearby just in case. I loved this movie, LOVED IT. No seriously? Gwyneth deserves an award for her performance in this one. Well done chaps, well done. Definitely not recommended for someone looking for a pick-me-up flick or a date flick, but if it's winter where you are and you're looking for a good cry drama... well then. This might be for you.
The Time Traveler's Wife. Clearly all my senses are on full alert this season because this book pulled at the waterworks too. When a movie makes you cry, that's one thing. When a book makes you cry? It's time to get out of the house and get a latte. Or a life. You know, whichever you can get ahold of first. I got this book not knowing much about the story (okay, I knew NOTHING about the story), but was pleasantly surprised when a decent narrative unfolded. Actually, if I were travelling this would be a perfect airport/airplane read A) because of its length and B) it'll suck you in episode style. Unless of course I were a man in which case I would probably read a Malcolm Gladwell or David Sedaris tome instead (I'm just sayin'). This book made me think a lot about time travel... can you just imagine???
The Bell Jar. Who doesn't like a leisurely, Sunday afternoon Sylvia Plath read? I finally got around to her single novel and thoroughly enjoyed it. It was, how do you say.... neat. Really neat! No honestly, I thoroughly enjoyed this book in a Girl Interrupted sort of a way... except Sylvia was much more articulate and matter of fact about going crazy (which you gotta appreciate). I highly recommend watching the movie 'Sylvia' first, if only that having some background on Sylvia Plath's life added to the full experience of the read. My, what an equally long and short distance we've come since the 1950s.
That's all I've got for today. It appears my next read will be Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, a lovely little book that ought to last me until May (it's the size of 2 doorstops!) and officially yank me out of the crazy-section of the bookstore. From what I hear it's fantastic (plus, Welly, it's set in York!).
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Ummmm . . . Didn't I tell you to read Strange & Norrell over a year ago?
Slacker ;-)
Pfft, that was *hardly* a year ago. I remember buying it late last summer sometime. I'll give you a good "6-months ago".