Although I do like the idea of Neville Longbottom penning gothic horror novellas late into the night in the Gryffindor common room. But I also think Neville probably has more creativity than this. Part of my issue with this one is that I don’t know enough about gothic horror to determine if this is a cheeky spoof on the genre or if Lewis is all about cavalier bro-dudes and virginal women. And, even though my copy of the book came with footnotes and an introduction, […]
The film was better (at least in my memory)
Sometime in the first decade of the 20th Century, young Miss Lucy Honeychurch is in Florence with her older, constantly worrying cousin Charlotte Bartlett as companion and chaperone. When they discover that the rooms they’ve been assigned have no nice view, Lucy is disappointed. An older gentleman, Mr. Emerson, offers to trade them, as the rooms he and his son were given have lovely views. “Ladies care about that sort of thing, men do not”. Miss Bartlett is worried about the impropriety of the trade, […]
“I shouldn’t mind being a bride at a wedding if I could be one without having a husband.”
I had no idea what this story was about when a friend dragged me to see the new adaptation of Far From the Madding Crowd with Carey Mulligan. Thank god she did because I looooooooooved it. To the point where I was almost afraid to read the book. What if it didn’t live up to the movie? FFtMC tells the story of Bathsheba Everdene, a headstrong woman who ends up inheriting and running a Weatherbury farm in Victorian era England. She is very young at […]
Silly Merricat.
Shirley Jackson’s last full length novel is a startling and unsettling peek behind the curtains of the house at the end of the street that is always dark. The one the neighbor children taunt each other to approach after sunset. It begins with the following: “My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all, I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers […]



