Got the sister graduated and moved back home (temporarily)(according to her). Was prepared for the frustration of packing and shipping all of her shit (and there was a LOT of it), but not for all the capital-F Feelings brought up by flashing back to my own college graduation, how mentally and emotionally exhausted I was, how ready to get the hell out of Dodge and therefore how much I took for granted that I can never get back. Cannot work on processing these Feelings, however, until Tuesday afternoon, when I am finished tutoring. Like, for good. I love it, and I feel like I finally started to connect with the kids, but I just can't seem to get enough hours to make a real job out of it right now. I do have other plans, upon which I'll elaborate soon, but for right now: books.
Day 17: Favorite quote – from Misery, Stephen King
How do I pick just one? I already decided I'm going to leave off quotes from my favorite book until the end. Even then, I typed up many before I deleted them all and settled on this one, because it stuck with me even before I knew I was a writer:
“Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels, not amnesia. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is that ability to remember the story of every scar.”
Day 18: A book that disappointed you – The Dogs of Babel, Carolyn Parkhurst
Brilliantly intriguing premise: a man’s wife appears to have committed suicide and their beloved dog is the only one who witnessed it, so the man becomes obsessed with teaching the dog to somehow communicate with him because he's desperate to understand what happened. Starts out great, takes a couple of weird turns, and then completely fizzles out in the ending. I was actually angry with this book when I finished it because it was a total waste of an awesome idea.
Well, favorite book that was turned into a movie that wasn’t eyeball-searingly terrible. Loved the book as a child and rented the movie from the (dear departed independent) video store at least once a month. The little girl who got lost in the painting scared me a little in the book, but terrified me in the movie. Plus, Anjelica Huston is the PERFECT head witch. Just try and tell me you don’t read the book and hear “VITCHES OF INKLUND!” in her voice in your head. I haven't seen the movie in years; I hope I wouldn't be horribly embarrassed to watch it now.
Just about anything by Laura Kinsale, really. But the first, For My Lady’s Heart, has a celibate (well, for a while ;o)) knight and wooing in Middle English and hot medieval sex and a zillion other amazing things I can’t think of right now. Did I mention the Middle English? That smoke you smell is your entire panty drawer bursting into flames.
The sequel, Shadowheart, suffers from occasional suspension-of-disbelief issues if you really sit and think about it, but while you're reading it, you don’t sit and think about it because medieval!BDSM, that’s why. Femdom, even. Gaaaaah, I want to go read the naughty bits right now.
My favorite book for a long, long time. I love Ray Bradbury, and while the “power of happiness” theme is a little hokey, the sinister tone of the whole thing is what sticks with you. Tell me that just the name “Cooger and Dark’s Pandemonium Shadow Show” doesn’t make a little chill run up your spine. Season 4 of Heroes stole liberally – or “paid homage,” depending on your POV – from this book. Oh, and favorite quote (which almost made the cut on Day 17):
“So, in sum, what are we? We are the creatures that know and know too much. That leaves us with such a burden again we have a choice, to laugh or to cry. No animal does either. We do both.”
Oh, and I'm rereading Owen Meany now, because I couldn't not.