That Charming Loki

My parents have yet to see it. When they do they will no doubt give me the look that says 'does your friend hate you so much she got you that for your birthday?'
I will have to then correct them by saying that it is actually one of the best presents I have ever got (I include my swing set which I got at age six in this.)

LOKI CHARMS!!!!

 

I now am trying to decide if I should start wearing it right away, or keep it up for Thor: The Dark World?

I also got a book on Zelda Fitzgerald. I'm so eager to read, but I'm not even half way through The Cuckoo's Calling.
College is beginning to loom, I'll be back in no time and I haven't even made a dent in my reading pile. :(

I am a Fangirl, hear me roar

What is this new thing now of having to back up your claim of being a fangirl? Apparently you can’t just self-describe yourself as one anymore, you know have to sit a thorough examination on your chosen subject.
Call yourself a Sherlock fangirl? Name all of Conan Doyle’s Holmes stories.
Call yourself a Batman fangirl? Give an account of all the characters, their alias, who they are related too.
Call yourself a Harry Potter fangirl? What was Dumbledore’s wand made of BEFORE he won the Elder Wand? (I kid, that’s a trick question. J.K.R has never said.’)

Some dick on a forum that shall rename nameless, simply because I fancy calling it ‘the-board-that-shall-not-be-named,’ called me out for saying I was a ‘fangirl.’
‘What’s your fandoms?’ he insisted. When I commented elsewhere about a certain demi-god of mischief he wrote something akin to ‘I bet you only like the Avengers because of the “omg hes sooooooo sexy” men! Have you even read an Avengers comic?’
I didn’t reply. I simply simmered with rage.
I will reply here instead: Yes, I have read an Avengers comic, one Avengers comic to be exact. And in my personal opinion, it sucked! And it sucked for the sole reason that I don’t like comic books!
Like in a relationship, you change. Your partner changes. And sooner or later you may drift apart. That for me is akin to comic books. They change, move in directions you wished the character or the story didn’t go. And I’d simply rather dedicate my time to a story arc in a novel than in a comic because a novel is what it is. It doesn’t change.

On my list of things I love more than breathing are films. Action films. Romance films. Fantasy films. Comedy films. I LOVE films!
So yes, my introduction to Loki was in Thor. (Aside from the Norse Myths I read as a child) But apparently that doesn’t make me a Loki fan at all, because I’m a female, and therefore unable to appreciate him for anything other than Tom Hiddleston’s looks. I’m female, and therefore incapable of enjoying action and seeing stuff blown up on screen. I’m female, and therefore should be silenced when I talk about my excitement at all the ComicCon news.
I need to show some credentials in order to do all that. I need to name all the X-men and their relationships to each other in order to justify my enthusiasm for Days of Future Past.
Here are my credentials. *gives the finger*
I’ll be fangirl to the day I die! I don’t need you to confirm or discredit that fact for me!  

And on that note: bring on Wednesday and The Wolverine. Origins was terrible. I hope this is an improvement.

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.

30 years from non-existance

Do you think, at 31, I can still get away with calling myself late-to-very-late twenties? I tried it for my 30th year on this green globe, but no one was willing to agree. (Feckers! My family don't have much of an imagination.)

My 31st birthday is fast approaching and I'm pleased to say I'm taking it a lot more stoically than I did my 30th. I suppose once I got over the hump that was 30, 31 is a lot less frightening. But I say that on a Saturday, come Sunday night I'll be trying to make that deal with God that Joey in Friends tried to make.

Cuckoo's and Christies

Still I've yet to get my hands on a copy of The Cuckoo's Calling. To be fair, Eason's and Chapters have them in stock. But I've yet to get into town at a time when Eason's is open. (I'm opting to buy it in Eason's as I'll earn myself some nifty points with my loyalty card. And since I used to work there, well, I feel a sense of loyalty to the place.) Besides, I'm trying to plough ahead with my own writing, to get sucked into a book right now will take up most of my time. And while I don't mind that, I'm just not all that eager for it just yet as I'm at an exciting part in my story. (Escape and kidnap and rescue. Oh my!)
Anyway, this post is more an edit post than a little randomly talking crap post. First off, I thought The Cuckoo's Calling was set in Edinburgh. I've found out it's actually set in London. I'm slightly disappointed in this. And by slightly I mean very.
And secondly, err...duh!!! I'm an idiot. There was me talking about how I not that much of a fan of crime fiction. If I had of only looked left I would have seen the shelf I have dedicated solely to the marvellous Agatha Christie.
To make myself clearer I should have said I am not that much of a fan of modern crime fiction. Modern crime is all too real. If I wanted to read about modern crime, I'd pick up a newspaper, or simply ask the family what's going on in the neighbourhood. I don't so I won't!
Agatha Christie may be crime, but the past, particularly an English past, is rose-tinted and it's easier to get sucked into, thus enjoy more, the fiction of a Christie whodunit, like one big game of Cluedo. At least that's the way it is for me.

The Dopple Ganger Chronicles: The First Escape

The concept of the illustra-novella is new to me. In fact, before The First Escape, I had never actually heard of them.
Why? I hear myself asking. They are brilliant! Half novel, half graphic novel. It's the best of both worlds. Add a fun story with great characters and you have yourself my new favourite thing.
"Hotter than Potter" perhaps not, the series' don't really compare as The Dopple Ganger Chronicles are awesome in their own particular way. They actually put me more in mind with Ronald Dahl than J.K Rowling.

Moondial

 

Staying with an aunt after her mother is involved in an accident, Minty spends her time exploring Belton House and its grounds. Coming across a moondial, Minty is transported back in time and meets Tom. Inexplicitly they also are transported further back in time and come across the sad and mysterious Sarah. Labeled a ‘devil’s child’ by the other child, Sarah is only ever seen at night, heavily hooded. Both Minty and Tom decide to find out Sarah's secret and save her.

There are certain shows that aired during my childhood that I loved; Are You Afraid of the Dark, Sabrina etc but none came close to the affection I held for Moondial.
Perhaps because I saw it at a much younger age, or maybe because I read the book that accompanied the TV show not long after I viewed it. I still remember the thrill of finding the book on the school library shelf. (I never knew it was a book: the thought never actually crossed my mind.)
I’m nostalgic. I always have been. I have always gravitated to the past, but before it had always been someone else’s past. A Viking past. A Roman past. (Suffice to say I was the history geek in my class.) But lately I find I’m gravitating to my own past, so coming across a used copy of Moondial on amazon meant I ignored my aversion to amazon and purchased it. Transporting myself back, (kinda like Minty J) to childhood, it was like getting lost in the pages and going on the adventure with Minty and Tom all over again.

The TV show of Moondial is ace. Looking back at it now I still get that warm fuzzy feeling I had as a child. The ‘adventure can and does happen’ feeling. You unfortunately lose that as you get older. And while you do have adventures when you’re older, they're never what you hoped they would be. Life gets in the way of those adventures, and instead it presents you with its own ideas of ‘adventure’ - which are always anticlimactic because there is much less magic involved.