When it comes to e-books and the Kindle, i'm not exactly shy about voicing my opinion.
I think they suck, basically.
There is a constant debate between my sister and I about their validity and no one has won as of yet.
So my sister proposed a deal.
If i read a novel on the Kindle, then she would finally, after years of pestering, read a book i recommend.
I don't think she trusts my judgement in literature.
Harpy.
So, the rules were set, the book was chosen and the challenge commenced.
At first i was huffy about accidentally pushing the buttons while halfway through reading a page but i got used to it.
One strop later, books shouldn't need plugged in, and i was well on my way to not wholly disliking this form of reading.
My sister repeatedly bulldozes my arguments with a very valid point, that it shouldn't matter what form the story comes in, as long as it can be read and enjoyed.
I agree but there's nothing majestic about words on a screen.
You wouldn't grieve the breaking of your Kindle the same way you would losing your library to a fire.
Empty screens mean little compared to burnt pages.
Maybe it's just my curmudgeonly and troglodytic ways but i'm not okay with the dwindling support towards the printed word.
Books are wonderful, beautiful things and i will collect them until they exist no longer.
Now, i at least have experience of the thing i object to and can't be caught short with accusations of ignorance during our many and often ridiculous arguments.
Suck on that, sister dear.
He is a literary prince among men and should be read whenever there is a moment to spare.
Reading this started a trend.
I like when that happens.
When happenstance leaves a trail.
It came in the form of
Brave.
What a bloody beautiful film.
Nobody does water quite like Pixar.
Remember when Finding Nemo came out?
I was at the back of the cinema when the first
few shimmers of water appeared and i'm pretty sure i made a magnificent, 'holy crapping hell' face at the graphics.
And they've only gotten better since then!
Anyhow, trails of happenstance.
So, when
Merida uttered this word, my sister and I had another moment of fangirl glee and being in our own home we quite happily bellowed the word in question at each other.
I love my sister and the other one.
They're the only people who understand and participate in my nerdish sense of humour.
Now, i thought that was the end of my scottish heritage making amusing connections within my humble and hermitic existence.
But no, coincidence wasn't done with me yet.
I am my mother's daughter in this sense.
Our shelves are lined with all sorts of literature but there is a special set reserved solely for my mum's collection of the whimsical.
A haunted forest, where the extraordinary bleeds into the ordinary?
Uhh, i was sold at 'forest'.
And just before watching
Brave, what was i reading?
None other than
Mythago Wood and who does the wild, red haired girl from the enchanted forest remind me of?
From the fair skin, to the wild hair, right down to the bolshie attitude?
Little. Miss. Merida.
This is like when
rabbits were following me around.
I don't think i'd mind if the
Nac Mac Feegle were stalking me, as long as they didn't clobber me.
This is a very long post about nothing very much at all.
You are welcome!
Or i'm really very sorry...
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