Books vs Films

I hate being late to a film, part of it is because I hate trying to find a seat in the dark. But mostly it's because of the trailers. I love a good trailer. I particularly love those trailers that make you wish you were seeing that film instead of the one you're actually about to see.

The Wolverine had some great trailers; Thor: The Dark World, The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones.

I became strangely aware that I really, really want to see City of Bones. It looks amazing. It's hard for me to say that because sometimes part of me wants to punch something when I think about that particular series of books. And I don't fully understand why.
I think it's because I know it's history i.e. it's Harry Potter fanfiction origins. But while I am all for fanfiction, it irritates me no end when the word 'muddies' is mentioned. (Muddies. Short for mundanes, The Mortal Instrument's term for humans. C'mon, it really is just a poor rip-off of 'muggles.' Does that annoy the hell out of anyone else or is it just me?)

The 5 Books That Made Me

I've seen these around the 'net for a while. I never really bothered to think about my five, but I thought 'ah sure, what the hell!'

Ann and Barry

 

Oh, I remember the day. The sun was shining and I was no more than five or six. I noticed my mam standing at the front gate, as she did occasionally, puffing on a smoke, awaiting my return home from school. I picked up speed and raced along, waving frantically my new Ann and Barry book.
‘I read more than anybody else in the class,’ I panted, ‘so teacher put me on a higher book.’

I was thrilled. My mother, proud. My love of reading had already begun.