Phew! I’m back. From visiting my sister in Copenhagen and from doing some research in London, in case you didn’t gather by the title. And I brought back pictures, video, and point-form for everyone. Yay!!!!
It was suggested in the Toronto Star’s review that to recreate the new Walden Media version of C. S. Lewis’s Prince Caspian, one need only repeat the title of this entry several times. While this is perhaps not entirely fair, as my friend Juliana pointed out after we saw the…
So I haven’t had Internet over the past week or so because I’ve been visiting my grandparents in Florida. The strange thing about the part of Florida I went to visit last week is that it isn’t inhabited by native Floridans. My aunt and I were staying with my grandparents…
Here’s the scoop: I don’t care about good people who do good things for good reasons and are never heart-wrenchingly tempted by evil. Sorry. This explains a lot of my taste in fiction; I’ve never been able to sympathize very much with Lucy and Peter Pevensie, or Harry Potter, or…
Extra-special shameless self-promotional post! Egad, old chums, Professor Moriarty has stolen a private letter from among the papers of Her Majesty Queen Victoria! Were its contents to become public, the results could bring the British Empire to its knees! HRH has engaged the services of Mr. Sherlock Holmes of Baker…
I like fictional jerkwads, okay? There’s something about an antihero that interests me way more than any hero can. Consider yourself warned.
The Haggadah, or prayerbook for the Passover seder speaks of four children: the wise child, the rebellious child, the simple child, and the child who doesn’t know how to ask. All four of these children are to be told the story of Passover, but each must be told in a…
In his play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Tom Stoppard has one of the title characters explode at a band of travelling tragedians, who make their living by performing heart-tugging plays with endings full of corpses. “Actors!” he snaps. “The mechanics of cheap melodrama! That isn’t death! You scream…
Have you ever read a book that entranced you until the very last chapter, when the ending reared up like a brick wall in your face?
But first! A teaser: PS. For those of you who have no idea what the heck is going on, your questions may be answered here. If you still have no idea what’s going on, try here. If you still have questions, fear not: all will be explained on this…