On June 1st I went with my grandparents to an annual arts and crafts festival in our area. This particular one is my favorite of the few such events I have visited. This year was even better than last year. I went a little crazy with my shopping. I wish I had thought to buy Christmas and birthday gifts though 😦
The event was on the same day as a graduation party, so I bought a peace offering/graduation gift.
Delayed post from months ago. I read Les Mis back in December. I don’t have a great desire to see the movie.
A Pinterest pin had this note: “Les Mis Unabridged–Put on you big girl pants and read it.”
I did thanks, and all the extra “history” sections are mostly NOT facts but rather absurdly romantic interpretations. That. Is. Not. History.
Also, I really don’t need to know Mr. Hugo that the sewage should have been used as fertilizer and that it would take care of disease.
Many abridgments are sacrilege; Les Mis abridged is salvation.
If Victor Hugo had spent all the emotion and sweat he put in his philosophizing and lecturing, the story would have been amazing literature.
As it is, it needs a misinterpreted musical to make it great.
There was no gem in all that muck; there was a promising phantom perfume of a story.
Also, I HATE hearing sympathy for Eponine. Read the book and you will see the REAL Eponine and why I have no sympathy.
I am a member of the P&P95 Forever Club as you can see from the little button on my sidebar. It is a fun and hilarious site about the only really, truly genuine Pride and Prejudice film production out there and hosts lots of games and challenges. There is a wealth of information via pages and links about this particular film throughout this site; I haven’t explored it near enough. There is also a new blog series called “How I Met P&P95.”
Anyway, the founders are hosting the site’s first giveaway and have some lovely prints and tea (from Bingley’s Tea Company which features tea inspired and named for Jane Austen characters). Join the event here.
This was my least favorite of the Sherlock Holmes mysteries; I actually didn’t really like it. The story was dark and creepy, I hated the savage character for many reasons, and the ending was unsatisfactory. The only slight gleam of light was Watson’s darling little romance and Holmes’ slightly mischievous attitude about it…he just doesn’t miss a thing even when he doesn’t say much about it. That is a big difference between the original stories and Sherlock. Sherlock loves to point out everything he notices (such as the fact that he knew Donovan and Anderson were having an office affair) to show off or hit back, and yes, lots of these people…Donovan, I hate her…are cruel to him, but the real Holmes was above all that; he was MUCH more noble period than his flatter, less developed modern reincarnation. I digress.
Much of what was in the story was more gross and chilling than I could handle (and I just read something truly horrifying in the news–something that to me was the most horrific thing I have ever read–so I was extra sensitive at the time of reading). The tide of the mystery still carried me on, but I felt that the suspense was not fulfilled or justified by the ending.
I did not feel any empathy whatsoever for this criminal and his back story did not seem overly intricate. He was a cold-blooded murderer, so his disgust at his savage and the unnecessary death didn’t ring quite true. The only thing of pulling interest in the main part of the plot was the fact that the jewels were at the bottom of the Thames. How infuriating but above the commonplace.
After I read The Valley of Fear, I noticed that someone pointed out that most of the story was not focused on Holmes. In that particular story I was fine with that because the mystery of that back story was ah-mazing! I have to wonder though, if I would have liked The Sign of Four better if Holmes was shown to the best advantage.
Forgive me for taking so long to post. I have a huge load of Classic Club reviews I haven’t finished or barely started, and so I have been procrastinating. The reviews will probably be out of order.
I read this in a few hours at work so that level of easiness made me happy.
It is a familiar story. I grew up with the Disney animated version and our local theatre versions. It is a lovely tradition of a story, with just the right level of scary and sad balanced out by great happiness in the end.
The tone of the story is not too dark despite some of the subject matter. The subject is serious, but the tone is humane with touches of humor. There is not a bit of preachiness, but lessons are given just the same.
This story is classic for a reason. Seeing past, present, and future is a continually intriguing theme. The lesson is easily seen.
I loved the pattern of opportunity to change. We see nasty, and then hopeless and then hope and then change. Can anything be more cheering than second chances?
I held a somewhat period drama inspired tea party during my past Spring Break. It was lovely and for once all my food preparations turned out well. I had more than enough food, but that should always be the case I think. One friend brought some food, but I like I said, I had plenty, so I didn’t feel as if I had to have more food. I was also timely thanks to another friend who came early to help prepare food.
I had tons of fresh flowers which my mom bought from the grocery store, and I made garlands of book page hearts from thrift store books (Narnia and Persuasion...the books have to be good ones of course!)…one sister thought this was an act of desecration…-__-
I facebooked most people a month to a few weeks ahead of time, so people could keep their calendar open, and then a week ahead of time I sent fancy invitations. They were a little rushed and my wax seals didn’t work out properly (I used candles and not the taper type either), but I can always improve…and besides I recently bought the proper kind of wax sticks!
We had our tea…or lemonade for the fakers like myself, and then we played some lovely period drama quizzes borrowed with permission from Miss Laurie of Old-Fashioned Charm. After that those that could watched the 2008 Sense and Sensibility.
Forgive my sad privacy photo editing. The first three photos are my own iphone photos. The rest of the photos one of my friends took, and that same friend brought me that lovely bottle/decanter as a hostess gift.