Wow. This is really great! Can’t wait for the fourth season!
… you update your blog by posting an amusing picture of Disney princesses in their dressing room… And what is Belle reading? *gasp*
Source: Eumenidi on deviantart. This piece is entitled “7:15 a.m.”
Ever since high school, I’ve jotted down quotes and passages from books, magazine articles, TV shows and movies I’ve watched, people I’ve met and even overheard conversations of random people in various notebooks that I’ve been lugging around with me ever since. But with the advent of Facebook and the various incarnations of social media (like this blog), my tendency to record stuff has tapered off, which is really a pity because jotting things down was sort of how I kept track of things that happened in my life (“Ahh! Wrote this while I was having coffee with whatshername and she told me about that thing with whatshisface…” stuff like that) or was a good creative source whenever I feel blocked about what I’m writing — which is what is happening now, actually. However, this past weekend, after updating my phone’s software, I was scrolling through my notes, and it turns out I’ve been jotting down or taking photos of random stuff and I just haven’t really realized it. So I’m putting them here, before I delete them forever from the phone. Warning, some are sappy, some are wise, some I’ve posted on my Instagram or posted on Facebook, some are funny and some are just plain, “huh?”
A trailer of B. J. Novak’s book, One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories. New books having trailers should be a thing. Genius!
I detected instantly that she didn’t like me. It’s a fact of life that a girl can tell in a flash if another girl likes her. Feely says that there is a broken telephone connect between men and women, and we can never know which of us rang off. With a boy you never know whether he’s smitten or gagging, but with a girl you can tell in the first three seconds. Between girls there is a silent and unending flow of invisible signals, like the high-frequency wireless messages between the shore and the ships at sea, and this secret flow of dots and dashes was signaling that Mary detested me. — young Flavia Sabine de Luce, aspiring chemist and protagonist of The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
This morning, I interviewed Filipino-Canadian author, Marie Claire Lim-Moore about her book, Don’t Forget the Soap and Other Reminders from My Fabulous Filipina Mother. We got to compare notes about our childhoods and how we were raised and she mentioned that the hardest lesson that she had to learn from her mom was the idea of gratitude — to be always mindful of and grateful for what we have and what is given to us.
Natalie was buried in the family plot, next to a gravestone that already bore her parents’ names. I know the wisdom, that no parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backwards. But it’s the only way to truly keep your child. Kids grow up, they forge more potent allegiances. They find a spouse or a lover. They will not be buried with you. The Keanes, however, will remain the purest form of family. Underground.” — Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn
On a gray afternoon on All Saints-All Souls weekend, reading about family secrets, murders, long-buried resentments bubbling to the surface, small town internecine dramas feels just about right. I got into Gillian Flynn because of last year’s best seller Gone Girl. This one, her first novel, shows the same sharp storytelling she put to good use in that book, this time focused on a small community in the grip of serial murders. From the first page onwards, Flynn manages to get a grip on the reader and doesn’t let go until the final and bitter revelation. Potent stuff. Family dramas are really their own kind of horror.