Eddie Redmayne reminds me of everything that's bright and beautiful in this world.
And whenever I feel like I can't make it anymore, I sing One Day More from Les Mis. I try to remind myself that, if I can stay one more day, I'll have the chance to be like Jane Villanueva.
The book won me over from the first chapter and I was lost in Martel's imagination in a way I rarely am. I found it just as enjoyable on the re-read; not a perfect book, but one whose popularity, both critical and sales-wise, I perfectly understand.
While much of the hoopla at the Writers Guild Awards was focused on the film nominees as a ramp up to Oscars, the category most associated with the fastest growing medium on earth went largely unnoticed. And Michael Cyril Creighton was crowned king of that world.
Week five of my 52 books in 52 weeks project had me reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chybosky, which I picked because it was sitting atop the YA New York Times bestseller list. (As an aside, did you know there was a Manga NYT bestseller list? New life ambition ...)
We can watch Perks of Being a Wallflower or read about Amanda Todd's death and shake our heads despairingly. Or we can collectively ensure that our youth have the guidance and support they need to thrive.
If you survived teenage, then there is more than a little remembrance and looking back at what it was like to be a lonely naive high school freshman. Yet this story is about such a person being befriended by disgruntled seniors who have their own problems.
While the whole 'measure the cumulative weekend box office' trend is usually stupid if not dangerous, I must admit that this is indeed an 'everybody wins' weekend. Sony had the top two films, with one setting a record and the other merely opening in line with realistic expectations.