Archive for December, 2008

19
Dec
08

70 Favorite Books: Till We Have Faces

11. Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold by CS Lewis (1956)

It burned me from within. It quickened; I was with book, as a woman is with child.

First, above all, I love love love the title. This is Cupid and Psyche myth told through the eyes of Psyche’s  “ugly” sister but it’s more that just their story. Just read it, it’s wonderful.

18
Dec
08

70 Favorite Books: Howl’s Moving Castle

12. Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (1986)

In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first; and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.

This is pretty much perfect to me. Also watch: the Hayao Miyazaki adaptation although I love this book more than the film.

17
Dec
08

70 Favorite Books: Sandman

13. Sandman by Neil Gaiman (1989-1996)

You say that I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly. But you say that DREAMS have no power? Ask yourselves, all of you, what power would hell have if those imprisoned here could not dream of heaven?

You already know how much I love Neil Gaiman. I don’t have to tell you anymore.

16
Dec
08

70 Favorite Books: Letters to a Young Poet

14. Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke (1934)

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

Rilke is my favorite poet and I always reread his books because of the advice and truths he offers. So I’ll just post more of that here, below the cut:

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15
Dec
08

70 Favorite Books: 95 Poems

15. 95 Poems by ee cummings (1958)

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of the tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind,can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
~ 92

I love ee cummings (as you saw in my fave poems list) and this is one of his first collections that I’ve read (which is why I chose it. that and i carry your heart [excerpt from poem above] is in it.)

12
Dec
08

Why So Sex[b]y, John Simm?

Just finished watching Channel 4’s new period drama The Devil’s Whore (set during the English Civil War) and darn it made me almost cry at least 3 times (making me actually cry is next to impossible so…) all i can say is, watch it watch it watch it, if you can. it’s gorgeously shot and gorgeously acted too…which brings me to John Simm…

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you call this your ugly role? you’re dirty, scarred, not to mention wearing a dress (can’t see it much in this shot but he’s wearing a dress) and all I can think ugh, sexy [forgive me as my mind melts into a puddle.]

Really, if John Simm were undressing in front of me, I won’t be pointing a gun at him

Sexy Edward Sexby knows he’s hot. yes, he does.

which our heroine finally notices too…

I’m sorry if my hormones are getting the better of me but darn it simm, it’s unfair that you’re this attractive and why aren’t there men like you in real life? (at least my reality)

[insert dirty jokes here] because isn’t this shot just asking for it?

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12
Dec
08

70 Favorite Books: Lord of Scoundrels

16. Lord of Scoundrels by Loretta Chase (1995)

“I must be besotted,” he said evenly. “I have the imbecilic idea that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Except for your coiffure,” he added, with a disgusted glance at the coils and plumes and pearls. “That is ghastly.”

She scowled. “Your romantic effusions leave me breathless.”

Speaking of Beauty and the Beast… this is one of the the romance novel versions of the tale and as a romance novel, it doesn’t get better than this (in fact in reader polls, this is always voted the #1 romance of all time, beating even Pride and Prejudice. Imagine that.) Loretta Chase has been a favorite of mine because her books are always a fun read because she writes strong, fascinating characters and their dialogue just zings (plus her female characters are always kick-ass.) I also highly recommend The Last Hellion and Your Scandalous Ways.




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"Vous m’avez dit “Je t’aime.” Je vous ai it “Attendez.” J’ai Presque dit “Oui.” Vous avez dit “Partez.”" (You told me “I love you.” I told you “Wait.” I almost said “Yes.” You said “Go away.”) ~ from Jules et Jim by Francois Truffaut

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Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves
by Seanan McGuire
(2008)

Wendy played fair, and she played by the rules that they gave her;
They say she grew up and grew old -- Peter Pan couldn't save her.
They say she went home, and she never looked back,
Got her feet on the ground, got her life on its track.
She's the patron saint priestess of all the lost girls who got found.
And she once had her head in the clouds, but she died on the ground.

Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in,
A gray dustbowl girl in a life she was better off leavin'.
She made her escape, went from gray into green,
And she could have got clear, and she could have got clean,
But she chose to be good and go back to the gray Kansas sky
Where color's a fable and freedom's a fairy tale lie.

Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.

Alice got lost, and I guess that we really can't blame her;
They say she got tangled and tied in the lies that became her.
They say she went mad, and she never complained,
For there's peace of a kind in a life unconstrained.
She gives Cheshire kisses, she's easy with white rabbit smiles,
And she'll never be free, but she's won herself safe for a while.

Susan and Lucy were queens, and they ruled well and proudly.
They honored their land and their lord, rang the bells long and loudly.
They never once asked to return to their lives
To be children and chattel and mothers and wives,
But the land cast them out in a lesson that only one learned;
And one queen said 'I am not a toy', and she never returned.

Mandy's a pirate, and Mia weaves silk shrouds for faeries,
And Deborah will pour you red wine pressed from sweet poisoned berries.
Kate poses riddles and Mary plays tricks,
While Kaia builds towers from brambles and sticks,
And the rules that we live by are simple and clear:
Be wicked and lovely and don't live in fear --

For we will be wicked and we will be fair
And they'll call us such names, and we really won't care,
So go, tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
There's a place they can go if they're tired of chains,
And our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost,
But we'll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost --
We won't take our place on the shelves.
It's better to fly and it's better to die
Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.