Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical (hermionesviolin) wrote,
Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical
hermionesviolin

This is me, getting back into fiction.


I liked The Last Unicorn less this third time i read it.

I read Things Not Seen (Andrew Clements) and really liked it. It’s not the best book of the century or anything, but it’s a quality young adult novel. He also wrote Frindle, a children’s book i read a couple years back and loved. Perhaps i should read some of his other books.

I liked Stuart Little better this time. I had forgotten how short it was. A very quick read. And i was definitely right that it’s not really a kid’s book. It’s more adult, mature (i hate how those adjectives now solely imply sexual), dry. I have even less of a desire to see the movie now, though at the same time i’m interested to see how they made a kid’s movie out of it.

“There’s something about the north,” he said, “something that sets it apart from all other directions. A person who is heading north is not making any mistake, in my opinion.”

“That’s the way I look at it,” said Stuart. “I rather expect that from now on I shall be traveling north until the end of my days.”

“Worse things could happen to a person,” said the repairman.

“Yes, I know,” answered Stuart.

“Following a broken telephone line north, I have come upon some wonderful places,” continued the repairman. “Swamps where cedars grow and turtles wait on logs but not for anything in particular; fields bordered by crooked fences broken by years of standing still; orchards so old they have forgotten where the farmhouse is. In the north I have eaten my lunch in pastures rank with ferns and junipers, all under fair skies with a wind blowing. My business has taken me into spruce woods on winter nights where the snow lay deep and soft, a perfect place for a carnival of rabbits. I have sat at peace on the freight platforms of railroad junctions in the north, in the warm hours and undisturbed except buy fish and hawk and, of course,.by the Telephone Company, which has to follow its nose. I know all these places well. They area long way from here—don’t forget that. And a person who is looking for something doesn’t travel very fast.”

“That’s perfectly true,” said Stuart. “Well, I guess I’d better be going. Thank you for your friendly remarks.”

“Not at all,” said the repairman. “I hope you find that bird.”

“Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north. The sun was just coming up over the hills on his right., As he peered ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.

-from Stuart Little by E. B. White


I liked About A Boy (Nick Hornby). Nothing outstanding, but a good read.

he realized that people who meant it were much more likely to kill themselves than people who didn’t: he couldn’t recall having even the faintest urge to take his own life, and he found it hard to imagine he ever would. When it came down to it, he just wasn’t that engaged.. You had to be engaged to be a vegetarian; you had to be engaged to sings “Both Sides Now” with your eyes closed; when it came down to it, you had to be engaged to be a mother. He wasn’t much bothered either way about anything, and that, he knew, would guarantee him a long and depression-free life. He’d made a big mistake thinking that good works were a way forward for him. Fiona did good works and they had driven her mad: she was vulnerable, messed-up, inadequate.
-from About A Boy by Nick Hornby


I reread Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. Found many more ways the movie changed or left out bits, some of which annoy me, but i’ll restrain myself because i’ve bitched enough about that. Have even less of a desire to see any movies made of these books. Am also annoyed by inconsistencies in the book itself. Is it ever explained what Hagrid means that his flying motorbike from “young Sirius Black”? And when Ron is talking about how all his stuff is secondhand, he says he has “Charlie’s old wand,” but Mr Ollivander was all about how “the wand chooses the wizard.” In general i was much less taken by the book this time. They’re eleven-year-olds; i don’t like eleven-year-olds. I kept finding myself thinking things like, “Why don’t you just tell Dumbledore?” One of the things that was interesting was realizing just how much of a minor character Neville is. We were really taken with him when my mom read us the books aloud -- i think my mom felt a lot of sympathy for him -- so i think of him as being more of a major character than he’s actually written as. I am interested to reread the rest of the books, though.
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