“When you are five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties, you know how old you are. I’m twenty-three you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties, something strange starts to happen. It is a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I’m—you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you are not. You’re thirty-five. And then you’re bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it’s decades before you admit it.”—Sarah Gruen (via meetmeattheairport)
“But above all let there be pleasure. Let there be textural delight, let there be silken words and flinty words and sodden speeches and soaking speeches and crackling utterance and utterance that quivers and wobbles like rennet. Let there be rapid firecracker phrases and language that oozes like a lake of lava. Words are your birthright. Unlike music, painting, dance and raffia work, you don’t have to be taught any part of language or buy any equipment to use it, all the power of it was in you from the moment the head of daddy’s little wiggler fused with the wall of mummy’s little bubble. So if you’ve got it, use it. Don’t be afraid of it, don’t believe it belongs to anyone else, don’t let anyone bully you into believing that there are rules and secrets of grammar and verbal deployment that you are not privy to. Don’t be humiliated by dinosaurs into thinking yourself inferior because you can’t spell broccoli or moccasins. Just let the words fly from your lips and your pen. Give them rhythm and depth and height and silliness. Give them filth and form and noble stupidity. Words are free and all words, light and frothy, firm and sculpted as they may be, bear the history of their passage from lip to lip over thousands of years. How they feel to us now tells us whole stories of our ancestors.”—Stephen Fry (via thoughtfulwishing)
“The films of Phillips and Apatow arrived as an antidote to tired, mechanistically joke-driven comedies, like the reference-packed “Scary Movie” clones. But their movies wound up acting as a kind of comedic nerve gas, wiping out joke-comedies en masse.”
A conversation I’ve had a lot, now in convenient article form. I have nothing against the Apatow/Phillips sensibility, but I do wish that other forms of comedies were allowed to exist right now. These things go in waves, and I think I’m ready for the next wave.
I was really beginning to think I was alone on this. I do not find any of these films funny.
Martin is going to be the most perfect Bilbo ever. And if this week’s news of Stephen Fry joining wasn’t enough, Benedict Cumberbatch just pushed this cast over the edge. Some people are saying he might be the voice of Smaug but his looks are just so perfect for an elf that he HAS to be a fucking elf!
I’m not a massive Tolkeinist, but any film with a cast list this amazing has to be seen.
“Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.”—Alan Moore (via meetmeattheairport)
So I started following this Tumblr account called “bookfessions” which appears to be a list of confessions (some by the account holder, some submitted) about people’s reading habits, to prove that they are big book nerds and whatnot. Granted, some of the confessions I can relate to, such as carrying a book at all times, and never being able to decide on a favourite, but most are actually really bad, and I will be unfollowing today. First, however, I’m going to pick apart some of the so-called “bookfessions” that really pissed me off.
Confession: "I feel horrible when one of my books is missing. If it’s part of a series, the world just stops making sense." Problem: First up, how do you come about missing a book? If someone has borrowed it, then fine, but a true book lover is never going to misplace a text.
Confession:"I love my Kindle, but I’m always happy when a book I want isn’t available for it. It gives me an excuse to buy the physical copy." Problem: Other than someone having love for a Kindle, this raises the point: why bother having one if you’d clearly rather buy the physical copy? If you’re not going to use your Kindle, you are left with a very expensive paperweight.
Confession:"I’m jealous of people who can read while walking. I can’t master that skill." Problem: Bitch, please, any true reader can do that. It really isn’t difficult. My parents have long said I’ll die by walking off a cliff with my nose in a book.
Confession:"Holden Caulfield is my one true love and no one will ever measure up to him in my eyes." Problem: Holden Caulfield is a little shit. Still, at least they didn’t say Mr Darcy.
Confession:"After I finish the last book in a series that has twisted up every emotion in me, I can’t begin a new book for weeks afterwards." Problem: Going weeks without reading? A true book-lover, as this blog is supposed to be for, would never go so long without reading.
Confession:"Once, I was so obsessed with a book, I even read it during dinner." Problem: Once? I’ve been reading books with the vast majority of my meals since I could read.
Confession:"Even if I didn’t like the book too much, I HAVE to read the sequel." Problem: Seems like a waste of time to me. I’ll only press on with a series if it was worth my energy. Life’s too short to read bad books.
Confession:"Every time I enter the library, I promise myself I’m going to read something new - but I never fail to be drawn back to re-reading the same books." Problem: I re-read too, but not much. There are too many wonderful books out there. Anyone who spends their time reading the same few books over and over again is missing out because they’re unwilling to try something new.
And many, many more. There are several from people admitting they cry at books (no big deal, everyone should), one about someone who keeps their books in the wardrobe (seriously, who closes a door on their books?) and another from someone who refuses to be named, saying he hates Jane Austen novels. Well done, you, I just wish you’d have the guts to name yourself.
So yes, unfollowed. I want proper book lovers, not fakers who think because they’ve read Rowling, Meyer, Austen, Lee and Salinger that they’re nerds.
“Rory is supposed to be dead. After all, he was dead or dying before he was erased from existence. However, Amy is some sort of reality warper(possibly due to the crack) and she brought him back. Now, the universe keeps trying to right itself, hence the reason Rory keeps dying. Amy keeps warping reality to cancel this. Eventually, this will start having really bad effects on the universe and Amy will have to accept the loss and let Rory die for good in order to prevent the end of the world as we know it.
This could also explain why the TARDIS sensors can’t figure out if Amy is pregnant or not. She is pregnant with Rory’s child, but Rory is supposed to be dead, so the baby both does and doesn’t exist.”—TVTROPES I HATE YOU
“Don’t ever apologize to an author for buying something in paperback, or taking it out from a library (that’s what they’re there for. Use your library). Don’t apologize to this author for buying books second hand, or getting them from bookcrossing or borrowing a friend’s copy. What’s important to me is that people read the books and enjoy them, and that, at some point in there, the book was bought by someone. And that people who like things, tell other people. The most important thing is that people read…”—Neil Gaiman (via homelesstrolley)