once upon a week (+ flash giveway)

It is Wednesday, so obviously I am behind. I feel like that is the story of my life, every day. But! There are wonderful things afoot. NotNessie at Today’s Adventure is currently hosting an event called Once Upon a Week. She’s sharing content each day this week about fairy tales and retellings, and encouraging other bloggers to get involved. Today she posted a little blurb about me (and some other fantastic people!).


In honor of Once Upon a Week, I’m hosting a flash giveaway. One winner will receive three books: a hardcover of Troll’s-Eye View by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling (eds.), a paperback of Beauty by Robin McKinley, and a paperback of East by Edith Pattou. All are favorite fairy tale retellings of mine.



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To win, please comment by 11:59pm EST tonight (August 4) with a way for me to contact you. Open internationally. I’ll email the randomly selected winner.


UPDATE: Congrats to the winner - EKTA!

teaser tuesday (48)

It's Teaser Tuesday, a bookish blog meme hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Here's how it works:

Grab your current read and let it fall open to a random page. Post two (or more) sentences from that page, along with the title and author. Don’t give anything vital away!


“‘It was my elbow,’ she said. ‘When I was a chimney sweep.’


His gaze fell to her hands. ‘Why keep it?’


So that she’d never forget what it was to wriggle through hot, narrow shafts, when one slip could mean her death.”


-p. 249 of Meljean Brook’s “Here There Be Monsters” in Burning Up

dissuasion

Monday, August 2, 2010 | | 12 comments
The Everything Austen II Challenge officially started on July 1, and this is my first contribution. You might say I’m a bit behind. It’s not that there aren’t a lot of great books and films to choose from, because there are plenty. But I think anyone who has been book blogging for a while will agree: our to-be-read (TBR) piles are enormous, and even the thought of tackling them for a challenge can be daunting.


Luckily this challenge allows for films. Or maybe not so luckily?


Jane Austen's last novel provides the plot for this earlier Granada miniseries. Set in pre-Victorian England, this movie tells the story of Anne Elliot, who now having lost her "bloom" is re-united with the dashing Captain Frederick Wentworth, whose advances she had refused seven years earlier.

Now that he has gained both connections and fortune in the Napoleonic Wars, she regrets that her neighbor, the meddling Lady Russell, persuaded her to refuse his proposal of marriage. She watches him woo the young Louisa Musgrove, suffering terribly while he appears to have forgotten entirely his earlier attraction to her. Manners and mores often thwart her strong desire to tell her true feelings, but his emotions are masked too by fear and the lasting pain of her rejection.


I’m a time-tested fan of Jane Austen’s Persuasion. I read it for the first time as a freshman in college, and I’ve been an evangelist for it ever since. And though I’ve found small faults with the previous Persuasion film adaptations, I liked both of them well enough to buy them for my home DVD collection. All that to say, I had high hopes for this mini-series, even though it was made in 1971. Over ten years before my birth. So…how can I say this?


Persuasion, the 1971 BBC mini-series version, is an absolute failure. There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? I ripped off the band-aid, we all know how I feel…except that this is supposed to be a review. *le sigh* One thing I can say about myself: I whine like a champ. So, what was it that turned me off about this DVD experience?


First of all, the hair. I have an irrational prejudice against hair poufs. I KNOW. Weird. Well, the hair is high in this adaptation, and it made my eyeballs hurt. Number two: the actors, but especially Anne. I haven’t seen someone’s face this frozen since…the last time I watched a Nicole Kidman movie. I thought they didn’t have Botox back then?! The one decent (and incredibly pompous, as he’s supposed to be) portrayal? Sir Walter Elliot.


Three – (and yes, I know I’m starting a new paragraph in the middle of ONE topic. The text needed it, trust me.) it took almost an hour for Captain Wentworth to show up on screen. I know that the whole thing runs around four hours, but that’s taking things pretty far… And four, with which I will end my rant: the whole thing reminds me VERY strongly of a soap opera. There are good classic movies and dismal classic movies. There were stellar made-for-television programs back then. This isn’t one of them. The level of production, the failure of the actors, the length of the script – it could have been tightened, shined to a high gloss, and been so much BETTER, you know? It hurts my soul (but only a little bit – don’t worry).


In sum, I’d recommend this only to the die-hardest of all BBC Austen series die-hards. I’m fairly sure no one else will be able to sit through it. Again, *sigh*. If you want a different take (5 stars!) on this one, look no farther than Velvet's review. Different strokes, eh?


I watched this film for the Everything Austen II Challenge, which is hosted by the awesome Stephanie of Stephanie's Written Word.

sometimes i compose letters in my head

Saturday, July 31, 2010 | | 14 comments

To random people I’ve silently judged. Not that I’m like, eaten up with judgment or obsessive or anything (much). I just sometimes send these things in a mass email to people who know the real me (and will still laugh at my jokes). Side note: I am snarky, silly, weird, and absurd. Mostly on the inside, but you know, that’s how I roll. These people requested that I make my letters public. I apologize in advance. Or something. Enjoy!


Dear Petite Lady in Jogging Suit,

I saw you judging me (yeah, those dark glasses don’t hide everything, do they?), but I still gave you a real smile in case it was just a bad day. Making eye contact and then frowning? Not cool. Plus, it’ll give you even more wrinkles. Ta!

Love,

Me


Dear Guy Clipping His Fingernails on the Bus,

Oh hey. I understand your commitment to personal hygiene, I really do. You're a handsome dude, and you want to take care of yourself. PUT. DOWN. THE NAIL CLIPPERS. That stuff is just not acceptable in a public setting. Ever. Yeah, that's right. Pull out your sci-fi novel and keep your dead skin cells to yourself.

Kthanksbye!

Love,

Me


Dear Self,

You know you are a nerd when…you figure out a way to download a book to your crackberry and then read so intently that you miss your Metro stop. And have to circle back. Try to pay attention. Also? You already have too many books. And you don’t have any room to judge the tourists when you’re freaking missing your stop. Geez.

Love,

Me

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