Well that’s the Oscars done and dusted for another year. People are losing their minds over the dresses and the winners (and those who perhaps should have!) Personally I still haven’t moved on from Cate Blanchett’s Elizabeth I losing to Gwenyth Paltrow for Shakespeare in Love. I mean, really…?
I love a good movie. Going to the movies is one of my favourite sports. Recently watched – Bohemian Rhapsody, The Wife, Green Book… All wonderful storytelling, all great performances.
I recently read Paula Hawkins’ The Girl on the Train in a few hours. What a book! Even though I knew what was coming, the writing was sublime. I really enjoyed the movie too. A friend who had read the book said it was far better than the movie but perhaps that depends on the order you consumed them in? In this case, I think both were equally brilliant. She preferred the London setting of the novel but I actually really enjoyed the New York backdrop. Each to their own.
I’m reading one of George RR Martin’s prequel books (to Game of Thrones) and it’s a light read, nothing like the intrigue and murder of GoT. Not yet anyway. I managed to enjoy the books on a different level from the series because they are so different. Outlander by Diana Galbadon is another story. The books are magnificent. The series, imo, a bit meh, although I loved the third season with it’s back and forth between 60s Boston and Scotland and Jamie’s life in the 18th century. I surprised myself by really not enjoying the season set in Paris!
There are a few movies that I preferred to the novel if only from an entertainment point of view. I’m a little lazy, I have to admit. Eat, Pray, Love, Julie & Julia, Under the Tuscan Sun, and A Good Year were all wonderful, escapist movies while the books asked far more of the reader. For pure entertainment, grab the movie, but if you want to think a bit more about why we do what we do, over and over again, read Eat, Pray, Love. I’m just back from Bali and it’s in the window of every book shop on the island! If you are struggling with infertility and working out what life means without children, read Julie & Julia (Tears aplenty. You’ve been warned!) Under The Tuscan Sun is quite literary and I found it tough going because I am a slow reader and she uses a lot of words. Mayes’ prose is quite flowery but I don’t mean that in a bad way. And A Good Year by Peter Mayle was a bit of a hopeless tale about a hapless guy that gets ripped off, but in the hands of Ridley Scott the movie becomes a bit of a hero’s journey leaving us all wanting to run away to a chateau in the South of France afterward. I might even have fallen in love with Russell Crowe, just a little.
This is Georgie, aka George, aka smoochy girl. This is how I stand at my desk and write, always with a small cat at my feet. I love this little cat so much.