errors abound
Mar. 3rd, 2007 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyWell, that was a let down. Our Book Exchange moved last week and reopened today, so naturally I went to see if it was extra nifty. And I'll give it this: it's spacious. However, it's also terribly lacking in the same areas it was lacking in before. [I'm looking at you, YA.] I don't actually do so well in the used bookstores when it comes to finding new stuff, so I haunt the authors/series I know and like, and as such my runs there tend to be concentrated attacks. Now I have to weave my way through the entire store, feel a bit like a pedophile for even looking at the children's section [...I don't get it either, but I'd have felt weird stepping into kiddie land while there were kids. o_O] and then stare at the half empty YA shelves.
Obviously when they were talking about snagging a whole slew of new books for the new store, they meant the actual children's stuff and not anything I would want for me. Okay, maybe there's something I'll find when they put more stuff out and there aren't three little kids in the kiddie section. And maybe I'll just have to get over my recently acquired boredom with waiting for ebay auctions. [Why, oh why, do people overprice their lots with the BIN thing? Why? We're not talking a little. We mean quite a bit.] Sigh. Don't bother with the answer. I know it. Money!
Soooo. I've been rather slack with the actual reading of anything, anywhere, unless you mean books. So if I've missed something monumental, smack me and then point it out. I'll happily throw confetti, kick someone in both the crotch and the kneecaps, or whatever other reaction you need.
Back to blathering. After my Sarah Dessen kick in December, the library finally remembered that I wanted to see How to Deal and even eventually sent us a little postcard about it waiting for me. I then waited a week and watched the blasted thing. Which, I suppose, might give away a little about how I felt about the flick.
I remember seeing the trailer for it waaaaay back and laughing at bits. I also know it wasn't the trailer included on the DVD, which is good, because had I seen that first, I might have decided a movie where two books I'd read are smooshed into one and all the stuff that makes one of the books spectacular are lost.
I don't really recall whether I liked That Summer, or if it was just a cute book that didn't make me die when reading it. I remember liking Someone Like You and being rather fond of it and probably would have loved it about ten years ago. And while it's been three months and fifty something books later, I don't think Macon and Halley ended up together, considering the love story aspect was more Scarlett/Halley. Macon was just the guy. The movie manages to pretty much cut away anything other than Macon being rather cute and more than a bit charming and it's like watching pretty people interact, but you might as well turn the sound off cuz you'e not getting anything more than that.
Which is a shame, because the book deserved so much better than that. Both books did, although That Summer got the best end of the deal in terms of staying sort of true to the book. About the biggest thing left out of that storyline was the love interest who... wasn't. Which was kind of the point of both books. Sometimes there are times in life when the boy/love interest isn't necessarily the focal point. Sometimes it doesn't work, sometimes there was nothing there to work with, and sometimes it's just on the back burner because that's how these things play out in life.
Plus side, Trent Ford is yummy.
Also, I realized once more that I really cannot stand The Donnas musically. They're fun to listen to in interviews, but when a soundtrack decides to pimp them out, my ears cringe. Considering that for about four years straight the odds of this happening were incredibly good, I now cringe twice as much as I would if it were just a song I don't particularly care for.
To distract myself from a mental montage of movies with the Donnas as the band, I will remind myself that I heard AFI on the radio and it was a little slice of heaven. Yes...
It's not working. The montage just happens to be set to Girls Not Grey, which is disturbing on so very many levels.
I should probably call it a night so that I can sleep, wake, head off to work, die a little death of the hopefully not literal persuasion, then come home and pass out.
Am I the only one who wonders what happens to characters when a TV series is cancelled? See Sci-Fi and their mocking me with John Doe yesterday, and my brain starts to ponder if there are various realities, if there's one where it wasn't cancelled and what happened after... Then my brain took the idea of where do lost TV characters go and began knitting with it in the back of my head. Which is a little odd since I don't know how to knit.
Now I'm off to try and not think about that, or what a friend of mine would think about music [today?] since I can't just go and ask him as we aren't friends anymore. Curse you, time. Curse. You.
Sleepy. Finally.
Obviously when they were talking about snagging a whole slew of new books for the new store, they meant the actual children's stuff and not anything I would want for me. Okay, maybe there's something I'll find when they put more stuff out and there aren't three little kids in the kiddie section. And maybe I'll just have to get over my recently acquired boredom with waiting for ebay auctions. [Why, oh why, do people overprice their lots with the BIN thing? Why? We're not talking a little. We mean quite a bit.] Sigh. Don't bother with the answer. I know it. Money!
Soooo. I've been rather slack with the actual reading of anything, anywhere, unless you mean books. So if I've missed something monumental, smack me and then point it out. I'll happily throw confetti, kick someone in both the crotch and the kneecaps, or whatever other reaction you need.
Back to blathering. After my Sarah Dessen kick in December, the library finally remembered that I wanted to see How to Deal and even eventually sent us a little postcard about it waiting for me. I then waited a week and watched the blasted thing. Which, I suppose, might give away a little about how I felt about the flick.
I remember seeing the trailer for it waaaaay back and laughing at bits. I also know it wasn't the trailer included on the DVD, which is good, because had I seen that first, I might have decided a movie where two books I'd read are smooshed into one and all the stuff that makes one of the books spectacular are lost.
I don't really recall whether I liked That Summer, or if it was just a cute book that didn't make me die when reading it. I remember liking Someone Like You and being rather fond of it and probably would have loved it about ten years ago. And while it's been three months and fifty something books later, I don't think Macon and Halley ended up together, considering the love story aspect was more Scarlett/Halley. Macon was just the guy. The movie manages to pretty much cut away anything other than Macon being rather cute and more than a bit charming and it's like watching pretty people interact, but you might as well turn the sound off cuz you'e not getting anything more than that.
Which is a shame, because the book deserved so much better than that. Both books did, although That Summer got the best end of the deal in terms of staying sort of true to the book. About the biggest thing left out of that storyline was the love interest who... wasn't. Which was kind of the point of both books. Sometimes there are times in life when the boy/love interest isn't necessarily the focal point. Sometimes it doesn't work, sometimes there was nothing there to work with, and sometimes it's just on the back burner because that's how these things play out in life.
Plus side, Trent Ford is yummy.
Also, I realized once more that I really cannot stand The Donnas musically. They're fun to listen to in interviews, but when a soundtrack decides to pimp them out, my ears cringe. Considering that for about four years straight the odds of this happening were incredibly good, I now cringe twice as much as I would if it were just a song I don't particularly care for.
To distract myself from a mental montage of movies with the Donnas as the band, I will remind myself that I heard AFI on the radio and it was a little slice of heaven. Yes...
It's not working. The montage just happens to be set to Girls Not Grey, which is disturbing on so very many levels.
I should probably call it a night so that I can sleep, wake, head off to work, die a little death of the hopefully not literal persuasion, then come home and pass out.
Am I the only one who wonders what happens to characters when a TV series is cancelled? See Sci-Fi and their mocking me with John Doe yesterday, and my brain starts to ponder if there are various realities, if there's one where it wasn't cancelled and what happened after... Then my brain took the idea of where do lost TV characters go and began knitting with it in the back of my head. Which is a little odd since I don't know how to knit.
Now I'm off to try and not think about that, or what a friend of mine would think about music [today?] since I can't just go and ask him as we aren't friends anymore. Curse you, time. Curse. You.
Sleepy. Finally.