Hello my lovelies!
I am feeling like a have a modicum of pep back in my step today. Not a bushel, just a modicum. (I just felt like mixing up some unit-of-measurement talk there, because I’m ker-azy sometimes). Perhaps this is because the sun came out today and I got to eat lunch on a rooftop terrace without my sweater. Actually not perhaps. It’s totally because of that. I really am very easy to please sometimes.
Here’s the week’s roundup!
The Knife of Never Letting Go, by Patrick Ness
More dystopic fiction? How much more could there possibly be? When will people get sick of it? Yes, there’s lots more, and people (at least me) are still licking it up. This one takes place in a world where people have caught a virus that causes them to be able to hear each other’s thoughts, all the time. How can you keep secrets in a world like this? How can you lie? Turns out, you can do both of those things. Some of the reviews of this one say that it’s a bit meandering in the middle, but I didn’t mind that at all. Other reviews talk about how there is interesting gender stuff going on, which drives me a little batty because I want to know what kind of gender stuff? And what was so interesting about it? But now that I have read it I am also going to tell you that there’s interesting gender stuff going on, but I can’t tell you what because that would kind of ruin it for you if you haven’t read it yet. So ha ha, the annoyed becomes the annoyer!
Ranger’s Apprentice, Book One: The Ruins of Gorlan, by John Flanigan
I’m going to tell you a little something about my tastes. If you name a book or a movie with some Lord-of-the-Rings-meets-Rennaisance-Faire made up proper noun? I will not want to read it. I don’t know why that is. “The Two Towers”: okey dokey, no problem. But the Ruins of Gorlan? Ugh. GORLAN? There is nothing compelling to me about that, no matter how exciting the rest of the title is. I don’t care if it’s The Monster Bees of Limbus, where- no doy- I am going to want to read about Monster Bees, come on! But Limbus? I don’t care if they are “of Limbus.” (I just made up The Monster Bees of Limbus, so don’t go looking for it in your library catalog because it sounds so awesome). For a long time, I thought to myself that I would probably like the Ranger’s Apprentice series. I like rangers. I like apprentices. It’s adventurey. But that Gorlan stuff just turned me right off. I finally picked it up, and I totally dug the story. So, lesson learned. The next time I see something that looks good except for the fact that it’s called the Siege of Dinglegrad, I shall remember to give it a chance.
The Real Dirt on Farmer John
Documentary about the American farm that isn’t depressing. SAY WHAT? I know! The Peterson family has been farming in Illinois for generations. This documentary follows their story from traditional family farm through hard times and redemption. It’s realistic but hopeful, and will make you feel super, super good about that CSA box you order every week.
This is why I still go to my local indie video store. Because I can walk past a shelf, spur of the moment, and go OMG, I have to SEE THAT. This one especially had to be seen because Nordic Boy had never seen it before. Can you even believe that shit? Who am I sharing my life with, I ask you? How could anyone not have seen David Bowie in his Mad Max wig, playing with those silver balls the whole movie in a not at all metaphorically sexual way? “You shall love me, young lady. I shall hypnotize you with my shiny, shiny balls!” That’s just good stuff, people.
I love the old Roseanne show. It’s one of those staple shows that I can watch here and there whenever I run across it on tv, no matter how many times I have seen it before. So, I gave her new reality show a try this week. I still sort of love her, even though the show isn’t much.
Do we care about Google+? I am trying it, but I don’t know if I care about it yet. How about Spotify? Do we care about that one? I haven’t gotten an invite for that yet, so if you’ve got one, send it my way. I’ll give it a whirl.
Have a great weekend, everyone!