Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Book Reviews for March

No, this is not an April Fool's Joke! This is really me posting March's book reviews on time!

This month was an enormous reading month for me. Funnily enough, I finished absolutely no library books during my Spring Break, but managed to read a total of ten books while school was in session. I just can't do anything the easy way, I guess. And quite a variety of books too: science fiction, fantasy, historical fiction, classics and children's stories. Quantity isn't everything, however; quality in books is also important of course! And for the first time since beginning my Book-of-the-Month reviews, I have more than one serious contender for Book-of-the-Month! As of this writing, I still have not decided which of the three books I'm going to pick for top honors. But I have to decide soon! I'll put stars by the titles of the books that ultimately receive the honors of first and second runner-up. If don't have time to read the reviews and just want to know what books I would recommend, scroll down to the bottom of the post where I have the list of titles along with appropriate links for more info.

So without any further ado, let's dive right in, shall we? Once again, books are listed in alphabetical order by their author's last name.

The Caves of Steel, by Isaac Asimov
I raced through this book. In fact, I managed to read it in one day, which is quite a feat considering that was a busy school day, work day, and the day I exercise at the school gym. I brought the book with me and spent an hour on the cycling machine just so I could read while I worked out, ha ha. This book is inventive, moves at breakneck pace, and is really thought-provoking as well as genuinely baffling--a murder mystery set in the far future (well, far in Asimov's time, anyway) involving two very different classes of humanoids, a variety of robots, and so many twists I nearly got dizzy. I possibly enjoyed this even more than "iRobot", mainly thanks to the very compelling and entertaining character duo of Lije Baley and R. Daneel Olivaw. I decided to not make this Book of the Month due to the surplus of excellent books this month and the fact that this is only the first book in a trilogy or something like that, so I am hoping the next books are even better!

*Something Wicked This Way Comes*, by Ray Bradbury
I've been meaning to read this book for years, so I'm glad I finally got around to it! In the beginning of the story I wasn't really impressed, for although the atmosphere and beautiful, lyrical style is all Bradbury at his finest, I wasn't really impressed with how the story was being told. It seemed too abstract, like Bradbury couldn't really decide whether what he was writing about was real, or a parable, or a dream, or whatever. Perhaps it was a deliberate attempt at being vague, but it didn't work for me; instead it distracted from the story itself. Once I managed to just relax into the poetry of Bradbury's writing, however, things got much better--particularly once the character of the father was introduced. I loved the character of Will's father. He really made this story come alive and immediate to me, and after that everything was pure magic and terror and exhilaration. The scene with Mr. Dark and Will's dad in the library is one of the most powerful and frightening things I've ever read; I re-read it multiple times before I was able to turn the page. The boys-wanting-to-be-men alone can't carry the story, but once they are paired to contrast and work with the father-who-is-wise-enough-to-be-afraid-of-the-fact-that-he-wishes-he-were-a-boy, the story just works. So although it ended on a bang, something about the execution of the first half or so of the story just didn't work for me, being more style than substance, and so I ultimately decided to NOT name this the Book of the Month--although it is vastly better than the last Bradbury stories I read, and there are parts of purest magic and marvel I don't like it as much as I adore "The Martian Chronicles".

High Wizardry, by Diane Duane
Aside from one stellar episode, I found this third installment of the "So You Want To Be A Wizard" series a bit flat. The idea of wizards deciding to update their magic by just downloading it all in program form into a computer is brilliant and quite funny, but Duane's method of including a side-character in each of her stories only to kill said character off in the end is getting old now that she's done it three times in as many stories. Also the end, although very reminiscent of "A Wrinkle in Time", was not quite as powerful as L'Engle's book, which further sapped the magic from "High Wizardry". I will read the fourth book, but if she introduces and kills a character and doesn't break from the pattern she's set for herself so far, I just might give up on the rest of the series, which is a pity, as I still really like the first book.

Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
Another book whose parts ultimately proved greater than the whole. The idea of a spoof of the Apocalypse is just so nutty, and Gaiman and Pratchett pull it off with a decidedly British humor (very reminiscent of Monty Python and Douglas Adams in flavor) that frequently made me burst out laughing--at Crowley the not-quite-so-wicked-demon threatening his houseplants into growing properly, at the conversation between Aziraphale and Crawly the snake in the Garden of Eden at the beginning, at the idea that the Horseman of Plague threw in the towel after the invention of penicillin and had to be replaced by Pollution, and quite a few other tidbits. Still, the actual story itself seemed far too disjointed, with a myriad of characters that never quite found their center and so ultimately didn't quite work. This book was filled with funny and original ideas, but not so full of solid, well-paced plot. Also, some of the satire was just too irreverent for my taste. So although I enjoyed a lot of it, in the end I left the book feeling that "Good Omens" could have been a lot better.

Listen for Rachel, by Lou Kassem
This book was so boring, I don't even remember what happened in it. Something about a girl living during in Tennessee during the American Civil War, I think, and growing up. It felt like reading the outline of a potentially good story, not reading the final product. Quite a short read, too. So I'm still left hunting for good fiction set during the Civil War. I have yet to find a single novel, I think. Yes, "Gone With the Wind" doesn't count--I read it, and I really disliked it. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I don't see how anybody can enjoy reading about Scarlet, she's such a drama queen and frankly, if a character isn't going to develop at all over the course of a story, make it a short story, the reader will still get your point. Don't make me suffer through hundreds and hundreds of pages of Scarlet whining and treating people horribly. Gah.

An Earthly Knight, by Janet McNaughton
I got this book from the library because I glanced at the title and instantly thought "Tam Lin!" Sure enough, this is a retelling of my favorite Scottish ballad. How good a retelling is it? Well . . . as a story it isn't so bad, and in fact in many ways it's quite good, or at least decent. My biggest problem with the story is that I never really connected with the character of Tam Lin. After spending many pages getting the reader to care about Janet, McNaughton hardly has any Tam, . He just seems included as a side character to Janet, which doesn't do the captive knight justice at all in my opinion. In the climatic scene when Janet goes on her midnight ride to rescue her true love from the Fairy Queen, I was even slightly bored, and couldn't really understand in the context of the story why his rescue was so important. Whereas when I read or listen to the ballad, my heart pounds to the beat of the galloping hooves. At least this was a valiant effort, but "Fire and Hemlock" remains a better retelling, albeit it is modernized while this book was set in the appropriate time period.

Beowulf, by Rosemary Sutcliff
Of course this is by no means a book that could be read as a replacement to the real poem; as the daughter of a man who holds a doctorate in "Beowulf", I am a devoted fan of the original work, both in the original language and in translation (as translated by Seamus Heaney!). Sutcliff's retelling, however, is beautifully done, rich with her own special, lyrical use of words and her talent for both bringing heroes to very human life and keeping them heroic. It's a slim volume, designed as a children's introduction to Beowulf and his story, and as such it delivers completely. If I have children one day this is definitely going on their nursery shelf--right between Heaney's translation and Tolkien's "Beowulf: The Monsters and the Critics" essay. Gotta train them while they're young.

Frontier Wolf, by Rosemary Sutcliff
Huzzah, a return to original Sutcliff novels! I really loved this book. Sutcliff's characters are always so real, her settings are so real, and the dilemmas her characters face are both mundane and profound, with the result that her books don't even feel like they were consciously written; they feel breathed, as natural as though I were seeing everything happen with my own eyes. This story was quite sad, with hard choices that reminded me of "Horselord", but uplifting too: Alexios' interactions with the British people were especially fascinating. Firm friendships are forged, and yet in times of war and foreign occupation even two close friends can be unexpectedly separated by the cultures they were raised to honor and politics that neither has control over. I was fully engrossed and rooting for Alexios' redemption for the entire novel, and left its pages feeling as though I had just made new friends of my own. In a normal scenario, this would have snagged Book of the Month without question; the fact that it does not this time just goes to show you how excellent so many books I managed to read this month were!

Aaaaaand finally: The Books of the Month! Yes, I have come to it at last and still cannot choose between my top two, so I'm going to make the unprecedented decision of sharing the top spot between my two favorite reads of March, which have both since joined my personal collection of books and read multiple times. Okay, are you ready? Here we go:

1. The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, by Terry Pratchett

This book was like a "Watership Down" for rats, except told with its own winning flair and pathos as well as with dashes of Dickensian wit, and although ostensibly a children's story, it is actually full of extremely large and wonderful ideas, grown-up concepts and questions that are presented through the mouths and minds of a group of rats who, having learned to think, are now afraid of the dark, and of course Maurice the cat. In fact, this is not like "Watership Down" at all. Or, rather, it is like what "Watership Down" might have been like if the rabbits, instead of being determined to build their own rabbity colony, got ahold of a copy of "Wind in the Willows" and decided they wanted to live like that. Which is kind of what the ratty characters in "Maurice" do. Now I'm rambling and confusing even myself. This is not an easy book to summarize. It is, however, a brilliant book, a serious book, a funny book, and a book that doesn't talk down to its audience--in short, the perfect sort of book for children, that type which should be read by adults too and understood equally well by both groups, just on different levels. This book is strongly, strongly recommended. I was intrigued by it because of the premise: A talking cat, a clan of talking rats, and a boy street musician going from town to town pulling a Pied Piper scam--but upon reading was pleasantly surprised to find that there is far more to the story than its hilarious and genius storyline. And that's why it merits a spot at the top.

2. Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman

In one month, I have read this book five times. That is serious book-loving.
Again, it's a nearly impossible book to describe. It's an adventure story--a quest--a mystery--a horror story--set in a dreamworld--a fantasy--a realistic novel--I could go on and on and still not quite manage to pin it down. In short, then: "Neverwhere" is the story of a man named Richard Mayhew, who after performing a kind deed for a stranger suddenly discovers that he's fallen through the gaps of the world and into an entirely different and fantastical world that lives under London, and while his quest throughout the book is ostensibly the quest to return back to his old, normal life, it's really a quest to define himself in a new world, and perhaps there make something of himself that he never managed to back in the world of London Above. There are a myriad of fantastic characters to help and/or hinder him, each with personal agendas of their own, and all now among my favorite book characters ever, particularly the Marquis with his complicated, suave scoundrel of a personality and the characters of Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar, who both made me laugh aloud and terrified me more than any fictional character has in a long time. I don't want to say any more for fear of revealing too much about the plot, but it's endlessly inventive, hugely fun, and very well-written. Aside from a few warnings about language, I wholeheartedly recommend this to anyone who likes a good story.

And with that, I'm done with March and ready for April! Happy reading, everyone!

Recommended Books for March: *Neverwhere*, *The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents*, Frontier Wolf, Something Wicked This Way Comes, and The Caves of Steel.

DESMOND!!!!!!!


That is all.

I also liked seeing Mikhail and Keamy (brr, he creeps me out more than anybody else on this show) again, but. Other than that and Sawyer's few brilliantly delivered lines, I wasn't really impressed by this episode, although I hadn't expected to be, so that's totally fine. I'm still basking in last week's epicness, so no complaints here. Or, wait, one complaint. Anybody else HATE that red 'V' in the corner of the screen? I already disliked the show just because it's had so many commercials . . . Now I hate it because it was getting in the way of "Lost", grr. Thank goodness this wasn't going on in last week's episode. Gah.

ANYWAY-- What I've been hoping to happen all season, and most particularly since 'Recon', happened: The return of the Scotsman. Leaving me in a positively euphoric mood as I go skipping off to study some more for tomorrow's midterm. Good night, peeps!

PS: Wow, almost April Fool's Day! Got any tricks planned? And that also means I need to start writing up all my March book reviews. Whee!

PPS: Lol, I just realized that in the photo I found it looks like he's glaring at that V . . . Yes, it annoys me too, Des.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Neil Gaiman Talking About the Oscars

http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2010/mar/25/neil-gaiman-oscars-coraline

I love this guy's writing. And found this article very entertaining due to the wry and dry tone.

That's all for now, except I'm back at school now, which of course means that Spring Break suddenly feels just like one big myth. I probably feel right now like the knights who were born a couple generations after the last dragon died felt. Alas and alack.

And I still have to finish those two essays. Yes, the ones I've been half-heartedly pecking at all week, knowing that I didn't want to be in this situation the night before the deadline, and yet knowing that I would be all the same. Oh, I'm so predictable and sad.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Spring Break Day 9: Getting Reacquainted With the Grindstone


Yeah, I'm going to be spending all waking hours today studying. Unfortunately my break is over, meaning that it's once again back to test-taking, essay-writing, and portfolio-building. I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm determined to do my best, even though I'm still a bit knocked out due to that cold. Which, by the way, is definitely finally on the mend--I feel tired but not quite so groggy, which is a big relief. Now I can finally get some decent studying done. Coughing is irritating, but at least it doesn't interfere with my thinking.

I watched that entire production of "Hamlet" last night, and it was overall very, very good. I think I'll buy it when it's available on bn.com in May. The entire cast, on the whole, was marvelous. It was amusing how shades of the Doctor came through in Tennant's portrayal of Hamlet every now and then, especially in the Hamlet-acting-mad scenes! But at the same time he was definitely a different character, which was interesting. I've never gotten really emotional at the end of "Hamlet" before, although I've seen it multiple times, but Tennant really sold the final scene and monologue to me. For the first time it didn't feel melodramatic, it felt simple and sad, which was brilliant. I did feel like shouting 'REGENERATE! REGENERATE!' when--and I'm assuming this is absolutely no spoiler to all you book-learned people--Hamlet died, but other than that I was able to keep the Doctor mostly from my mind while watching. Okay, apart from the 'in a nutshell' line, which suddenly seemed extremely TARDIS to me :D

To sum up: I strongly recommend this production of "Hamlet". It made the so-famous-as-to-be-sometimes-trite dialogue resonate with new immediacy and power to me, as though I was hearing it all for the first time, understanding the thoughts and meanings behind the words for the first time. And that, of course, is always a wonderful thing.

Right now I'm writing two essays for English. I started them yesterday, but now I have to polish them up and print them and stow them in my bag so I don't forget them on Tuesday! And then I need to study my Russian so I can retake some quizzes tomorrow, and I also want to clean my room now that I'm feeling a bit more alive. Unfortunately my beautiful library books must wait to be read until after Wednesday's midterm exams are over.

It's been pretty hot here in Hawaii for the past week, but today it's just warm, not humid and stuffy, which is a welcome change! Oh, and last night a baby gecko was running around my room. It was hilarious and quite cute. Baby geckos are only about an inch long, perhaps a little longer, but their heads make about a third of that length and are at least twice as wide as their bodies, perhaps three times as wide. Their bodies and tails are extremely skinny and when they run they wiggle from side to side. SO CUTE! Since I was just finishing Hamlet, I dubbed it Polonius before it scurried behind a large wooden fish I have propped against the wall. I don't know where it is now, but I hope it stays. I used to have a gecko friend down in the apartment garage, but he was a gentleman of a gecko, of a quite majestic size, and handsome rather than adorable. I named him Korwin because he loved to sit in the blazing sunlight on the rock wall right by where the car's parked; that's where I'd find him every morning before leaving to school and in the afternoon when I came back. The name's a rather geeky reference to a certain "Doctor Who" episode, if you've seen it you'll probably know which one I'm referring to . . .

Anyway, I was buddies with this lizard for over a year, and only for the past few weeks he hasn't shown up. I'm assuming at this point that he's joined the choir invisible, as John Cleese would say, and have been a bit down about it. So it's nice to see a baby lizard scurrying around my room now. Hopefully he'll stick around.

That's all the news I have time for, I'm afraid. It's time for me to get back to writing my essays. Oh, and Happy Palm Sunday, everyone!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Spring Break Day 8: David Tennant

I have discovered where I can enjoy said actor in two very, very different roles made similar only in that they are both brilliantly done.

First: Hamlet!



I've been wanting to watch this performance ever since I heard it was being staged in England, but of course being separated from England by a continent and two oceans, it was impossible to see unless it were put on dvd. And, huzzah, it finally has been. And some kind soul put it on Youtube. This part I embed isn't the first scene, but . . . it's riveting. I have not yet finished watching the entire play, but I am speeding through it, and enjoying it very, very much. Although I normally don't like it when Shakespearean plays are dressed up in modern clothes and all, I'm absolutely sold on this performance. That is some seriously incredible acting from Mr. Tennant. And some incredibly bad hair. I'm sorry, I just prefer it fluffy XD
*EDIT* His hair improves as the play goes on. Just thought I'd add that, ha. Not that it matters or anything.

Second: Dangerous Beans!

One of the books in contention for being named my Book of the Month for March is "The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents", by Terry Pratchett. Just today I discovered that the BBC had made a radio play of the novel, and since I love the Beeb's radio plays (I proudly own their version of "The Lord of the Rings", it's fantastic), I managed to hunt it down. Imagine my delight and surprise when I found out that Tennant is one of the voice actors. Even better? He plays one of my favorite characters from the novel, Dangerous Beans (hahaha!) the rat! I didn't even recognize his voice at first. He somehow changes it for the role--it's very soft and cute. If you haven't read the novel yet, I strongly recommend you do, but I also recommend this production. It's available for both listening to and downloading here: http://www.david-tennant.com/2009/id95.html, under the '2004' heading.

So that's how I've spent my most recent day of being sick (apart from writing a paper and studying Nutrition): With Shakespeare's famous tragic and maybe-mad Prince of Denmark, and an idealistic, mostly-blind albino rat called Dangerous Beans. Good gracious, the Tenth Doctor is versatile. If he is chosen to play Bilbo Baggins, I will not protest the choice.

The Good and the Bad About Being Sick

The Bad:

1. Losing your voice
2. Sleeping far more than you usually do
3. Sneezing and coughing far more than you usually do
4. Trying to study for Nutrition and Russian midterms, as well as write two essays, while feeling like your head is stuffed with tissue
5. Sore throats are no fun
6. That newly cleaned room? Yeah, it isn't clean any more.

The Good:

1. The strange sounds your voice makes as it dies are rather amusing
2. Sleeping far more than you usually do
3. Drinking five cups of tea a day. Of course, since I'm still poorly, this proves once and for all that I'm not a Time Lady, but it's nice anyway
4. Re-watching "Ab Aeterno" five times
5. Finally getting a few good ideas for new short stories
6. Primeval and Doctor Who, with a few library books thrown in

Friday, March 26, 2010

Spring Break Days 5 & 6: I'm I'll

I did go to I'olani Palace on Wednesday. It was a very interesting place, and very beautiful, although something about it felt a bit too cold for me--There wasn't any life left in the place, not like I felt at, say, The Hermitage in Tennessee. The Palace was just kind of sad. Most of the furniture and decorations are gone, because they were sold by the conspirators who overthrew the Hawaiian monarchy and have not yet been recovered. It felt rather empty. Then too, so much has changed around it since its glory days. When it was first built, one could stand on the second floor and look out in one direction to see the ocean right there in the bay, and look in the opposite direction to see nothing but sweeps of jungle and green and then the mountains. Now, there's skyscrapers all around blocking the ocean and government buildings and more skyscrapers and development taking the place of the jungle, not to mention all the houses that now dot the mountainsides. I suppose that was part of the problem. The Palace was built to be grand, impressive, and beautiful, and although it is still beautiful, it now feels somewhat dwarfed, no longer living quarters for anybody, no longer the tallest building on the island. It's like it fell out of time into the wrong century and place.

That's not to say it wasn't interesting to tour the rooms, but nothing felt natural. All the rooms felt a bit too sparse and staged for my liking. Though the King's library was (of course!) delightful.

Since I walked to the Palace and back, I stopped off at St. Andrew's Cathedral and got my picture taken. Usually I don't like posting photographs of myself online, but I can't resist this time, because it's just too cool. Remember this scene from "The Constant"? (Or, well, not this exact scene perhaps, but the whole Desmond-meeting-Faraday-in-1996 deal. The student is unimportant. This just happens to be the best pic of the background I could find):


Well check this out:

Same hallway, peoples! I made it to Oxford University at last! ^_^

Except the little Physics Dept. placard is mysteriously missing and the lighting is a lot poorer, but, you know. I've been suspecting the episode filmed at this cathedral for a while now, so I decided to check it out, and I managed to find the spot. Which, since "The Constant" is absolutely my favorite episode of the show ever (although "Ab Aeterno" is awful close now), is a big deal, haha.

I double-checked online later, and apparently this church is used for basically every single 'old building/church in England' scene in the show. So Charlie came here to confess, Eko came here, and Desmond meeting Penny for the first time? Happened right here, peeps. The cathedral was built by a Hawaiian queen, using stone imported from England and built after the design of a British cathedral, so it really is a nice place.

It was a pretty fair day. But then I woke up yesterday with a full-fledged head-congesting, hacking-cough, sneezing cold attacking me, and Spring Break has kind of gone downhill from there. I'd been having a little bit of throat trouble all week, but at least the cold waited to hit me until after I had done my sightseeing.

Of course, that means that I now have to study for two midterms and write four papers while battling a horrific head-cold, but whatever. I'll manage somehow.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Spring Break Day 4: A(lpert), B(ooks), and C(leaning)!

Let's reverse that order. I spent most of today doing a thorough clean-up of my room. This might not sound too bad, but I had papers almost literally everywhere, so it took a long time to sort them all. And I had books all over the place too. But now the books are tidily stacked, the dvds are alphabetized, the floor is clear, and the top of my little table where I study (and type this) is shiny-clean. This makes such a nice change. I always let my room fall to pieces during school because I'm too busy studying to clean up, and so I seize free time like this spring break to get everything back in shipshape condition.

After the room was mostly clean, my grandmother asked me if I wanted to take a break and go to Barnes and Noble. Of course I couldn't resist something like that, so away we went! I used my gift cards to buy not only a copy of "Lawrence of Arabia" on dvd (on sale for 9.99, score!), but I also managed to track down "The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents". I looked for Asimov's Robot trilogy as well, but they didn't have it, unfortunately, and the Fifth Doctor dvds I want were either not in stock or far too expensive for my budget. Still, it was a nice jaunt, and I did pick up two items I wanted very much indeed.

Upon returning to the apartment, I finished cleaning my room just in time for tonight's "Lost" episode--Yeah, only the episode that I've been blathering about and looking forward to since before I even knew it existed. And I realize I've probably bored you silly with all my obsessive anticipation, so I won't babble about it further here beyond saying that was, quite possibly, my favorite episode ever (aside from "The Constant", but this is a serious second placer in my book). It delivered on just about every count I wanted, and . . . almost a solid hour of Richard Alpert. I don't think I need to explain myself further. I don't care what happens for the rest of the season; this episode delivered, which is what I wanted, and I'm entirely a happy camper now, just along for the ride. Or, well, almost. I do care about what further happens to Desmond. But that's another rant entirely, let's not mix up my two favorite living characters any further, mmkay? Just a few final notes:

1) After watching "Ab Aeterno", the suicidal-Richard scene in "Dr. Linus" is immeasurably more sad. Because now we know that what's killing him is that he feels that all those years ago he made the wrong choice. I won't get any more spoiler-y than that.
2) Did Fake Locke hear the whole conversation at the end? Because if he did . . . Big uh-oh.
3) Nestor Carbonell is brilliant. And I got to shake this man's hand??? Gah . . .
4) I wore eyeliner today ;)

I'm still freaking out. First thing on my schedule tomorrow: Jump on hulu.com and rewatch that entire episode!! And then I'm going to I'olani Palace, and after that I plan to walk to St. Andrew's Cathedral. Hopefully I'll be able to find where Daniel Faraday's office was filmed and take my picture there, haha . . .

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Connor Temple from "Primeval"

Connor Temple. Making geeks proud everywhere. And me in particular, seeing as how he actually wears the One Ring on a chain around his neck, just like I did until my particular Ring broke all to pieces, haha!

I found this video quite amusing and well-edited.

Spring Break Days 2 & 3: Sleeping, Reading, and British Television

The third day of Spring Break is winding down now, much to my dismay. I am not looking forward to returning to school this time next week at all! Break so far has been very enjoyable, although I find myself down with a cold of some sort that is sapping all my energy, which is frustrating. My throat's sore and swollen, and I'm very tired. Other than that, everything's fine.

Yesterday I discovered an adaptation of 'David Copperfield', I don't know from what channel, but Paul Bettany played Steerforth. The child-David was ADORABLE, but the rest of the adaptation left much to be desired. The Davids were excellent, but the supporting cast, although some folks were very good (it was extremely weird to recognize Anthony Andrews as Murdstone. I mean, the Scarlet Pimpernel? Old and beating up children? What??), were not used well. The folks who adapted the series didn't seem to know what to do with all the vast and important array of supporting characters in the book, and so just gave small tastes of each to the audience, which is a crying shame. What a waste of Bettany; he was in just about two brief scenes, and even the Tempest scene was cut!!! That's what really killed this adaptation for me, as the tempest is one of my favorite scenes in literature, period.

I also watched the last two episodes of "Primeval", so now I'm all caught up and ready for the show to return next year. And I watched a few scenes of "The End of Time" today, I'm not sure why, perhaps because I wanted to depress myself? I honestly was very disappointed in the story of Tennant's final episodes, (I adored "Waters of Mars", but "EoT" fell flat for me) but there are some individual scenes in those episodes that I count among my favorite in any Who episode ever. The regeneration scene with him going back to 2005, the monologue before he releases Wilf from the radiation chamber (and the incredible, heartbreaking acting as he's sprawling on the floor, covered with shattered glass, and sobbing with disbelief at being still alive. . .), the cafe chat with Wilf, and the talk between Wilf and the Doctor on the space ship--all are very, very good. Wilf should have been a companion for a full season. What a shame that he wasn't. Anyway, I reviewed all of the above, and was left emotionally exhausted, and very eager for the next series to begin in, what, two or three weeks now?

I read more of "Foundation" today, but honestly I'm just crawling through it. I don't know why it's taking me so long, it's not very thick, but I'm just not emotionally invested in the story yet, so perhaps I'm reading it slowly because of that? I am also almost finished reading "Neverwhere" for what I believe is the fourth time in as many weeks. Tomorrow will be a reading day--I'm going to go down to the apartment courtyard with library books as well as textbooks and just spend my day soaking up the sun and the stories all at once. Unless it rains, of course. I might go swimming too, seeing as how I can't go to the gym as I usually do on Tuesdays, but no matter what I do, I will be back in the apartment by eight because that's RICHARD ALPERT TIME, EVERYONE!

As I mentioned earlier, I've been very tired due to A) That cold, and B) Staying up far too late. Therefore I'm going to bed before eleven tonight and will sleep in tomorrow. I actually had a three-hour nap today, but seeing as that was right after watching aforementioned "Doctor Who" clips and "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and reading some of "Neverwhere", "Foundation", and my nutrition text book, I don't think I should inflict my dreams upon you. Let's just say they were very, very strange. Yeah.

I almost forgot to mention, I plan tomorrow to be a writing day, too. For those of you who are members of the Radish Room, I will be posting some of my novel there tonight, because I'm sick of struggling with writing chapter one and so am going to just fling my poor scraps out there and let you tell me how I should stitch them together. I'll take my paper and inkwell and quill down to the courtyard too (weather permitting) and write there. Hopefully the change of scenery and fresh air will give me some inspiration!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Eleventh Doctor is Coming!

Only a few weeks left! I'm extremely excited! Although I'll always miss Tennant, this is the type of show that must go on and does go on--and, I'm hoping in this case, goes on brilliantly. All the best of luck to Mr. Smith, and this fan trailer is cool. There's some other good ones I might post later too, but this one made me happiest :D

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Spring Break Day 1: Lawrence of Arabia

I wanted to sleep in today, I really did, but my grandmother and great aunt went to get their hair done this morning and so I went along to keep them company--not to get my own hair done, certainly not! I never cut my hair.

Anyway, this meant that my grandmother woke me up five minutes before she left at 9:30, so I did sleep in somewhat, but not as much as I wanted. I then got ready in record time and managed to grab two library books to read in the hairdresser's waiting room.

I therefore finished Diane Duane's "High Wizardry" this morning, and started "Foundation", by Isaac Asimov. So far, "Foundation" isn't really gripping me, but I'm not very far in, so I expect it will heat up soon.

Most of my day, however, was spent watching "Lawrence of Arabia" for the first time, after wanting to watch it for years. I adore it! It's definitely one of the most fascinating, beautiful, and thought-provoking films I have ever watched, and kept me absolutely transfixed from the first note of music until the screen went black at the end. The tension just kept building for me for the entire film, and ultimately left me feeling both extremely depressed and exhilarated at the same time. Amazing. I already was a fan of Peter O'Toole, but now I like him even more. The cinematography was stunning. I wrote at least three essays in my head about the symbolism in the cinematography, which either shows you how amazing it was or how my brain is still in English midterm exam mode. Or both. Some of the best cinematography I've seen, along with that of "Sunshine". Every frame was like a painting, the kind of painting that speaks to you and makes you think.

Anyway, it's definitely a film to add to my 'favorite films' collection. And thank heaven for TCM! I get to watch all sorts of classic films on that channel, and as a girl who loves classic cinema, it's an absolute boon.

I'm going to cook myself some dinner now--a quesadilla and sliced apples--and then continue on my quest in "Twilight Princess" on the Wii, and then read a few more chapters of "Foundation", write some more of my novel, and then fall asleep happy.

Spring break is off to a fantastic start.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

A Day In My Life, March 17.

(Firstly, my apologies for posting this a day late. This is the last week before spring break, so it's rather hectic. And now on with the show!)

After waking up at 6:20 in the morning, I was surprised--when I was alert to register any sort of emotion at all--to discover that I felt much more tired than usual. Is my 'I sleep only four hours a night and still ace my exams' study routine finally wearing me down? Or perhaps my subconscious realizes that Spring Break is only a few short days away and has decided to go on holiday early. Whatever the reason, it made getting ready for school a bit harder than it usually is. Considering I'm naturally scatterbrained even at the best of times, it's remarkable I was able to remember all my books and my ID card. Less remarkable perhaps is the fact that I remembered to wear green and blue. As an Irish Dancer, St. Patrick's Day is like a second Christmas, so I flung on my dark green blouse with the green ruffles at sleeve and throat, and my green knit cardigan. I also wore dark blue jeans, because my dance teacher always insists that the true color of St. Patrick is blue (and I recently found historical proof for that, too!), and then green shoes.

Once at school I did a little half-hearted Russian studying and then some much more enthusiastic poetry reading before my English class began. I spoke to the professor about the possibility of me joining the English Honors program on campus, and he seemed enthusiastic about the prospect, so that's exciting. I'm already in the Honors program, but to be in the special English division would be like icing on the cake. Russian class was unremarkable, and then I managed to stay awake for the entirety of Nutrition class, which is a feat worth mentioning. Not that the class is boring--far from it, it's the first science class that I have heartily enjoyed, and I mean really enjoyed. To my own surprise I find learning about human nutrition fascinating. But for some reason I don't really understand I find it hard to stay awake for the last ten minutes of class. It's frustrating. Lecture halls, no matter how interesting the subject being lectured upon, just do that to me.

Once out of Nutrition class, I had to dash across campus to make it to work on time. I worked for forty-five minutes, then dashed across campus again to get to my art class on time. Art is going well for me, and I discovered that I got an A on my second portfolio, which is gratifying--although apparently I could have been an A+. The instructor docked me a couple points on minor things I could have easily corrected and weren't related directly to the merit of the art itself. Frustrating? Yes, but I didn't feel the need to complain, because I understand her point, and now I can fix the problem. I like constructive criticism, but the just-out-of-reach A+ is still a bit maddening!

Once art class was over (an excruciating 3 hours of perspective line drawings, ugh!) I finally had a little bit of time to myself. I therefore managed to finish "The Caves of Steel", which marks a long overdue return to the writings of Isaac Asimov for me, and was pleased though not surprised to find that the book was very good. After finishing the book, I was just in time to attend the Honors Program St. Patrick's Day Root Beer Float Social at my school, which was very enjoyable as I was surprised by a goodly amount of my friends also attending *waves at them* And root beer floats are always good things in my book anyway.

After staying at the social half an hour longer than was scheduled, I left for the apartment, and upon getting there I finished knitting the second wall of my TARDIS, watched this season finale for Psych on Hulu (fun stuff!), and then read the first few chapters of "Frontier Wolf", by Rosemary Sutcliff. Then, exhausted, I finally went to sleep at about midnight, knowing that in six hours I'd have to wake up all over again.

All in all, a typical school day, but with more reading than usual. I've been making conscious effort to read as many new books as I can this year without causing my grades to suffer; fortunately I seem to be keeping in a good balance so far and it's working out great.

So that's my seventeenth of March in a nutshell; I'll catch up again on the seventeenth of April!!!

. . . Unless I forget. Or get lazy. It could happen.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Can't think of a title right now, honestly . . .

Tonight's "Lost" episode wasn't bad at all, but I'll only really like it if it turns out Desmond is on the sub (behind the mysterious locked door? Yes? Please?). And I like Charlotte and her cute-awkward romance with Faraday too much for her to get dumped off on Sawyer, grr. Other than that, it was entertaining, but ultimately not my fave. Why? Because it's just an obstacle between me and next week's episode! Yeah, the episode I've been waiting for since forever! Whee! And it'll be Spring Break! Double-amazingness!

I completed the first of my two midterms this week, and I think it went very well. I also am almost finished with "The Caves of Steel" already, which shows you how good it is. Or how bored I am. I don't know. No, wait, I do know--it's very good. I spent two hours or so this evening squinting in the fading sunlight and frantically trying to draw a perspective drawing of the hallway outside the apartment for tomorrow's art class before the sun gave up on me and left me in the dark. I managed it, barely. My eyes still hurt.

I'm seriously worried about my 'Book of the Month' deal this month. I've read so many good books, I don't know which one should merit the top spot. And that's unusual for me, usually the really good ones are few and far between. I guess March is my lucky month, which is only fair, since it's my birth month.

I'm finally starting to break through my writer's block, too. And it feels absolutely wonderful. Like relearning how to breathe. Slowly but surely, I'm getting there.

Monday, March 15, 2010

The Ides of March!

I only realized that today is the Ides of March just now, with a bare few hours of the day left, and so feel like I missed out on something big and important. On the more positive side of things, however, I returned five library books to the public library today--and then of course borrowed seven more. I'm like a kid in a candy store when I'm around free books. I can't help but grab and gollop more than I can chew.

Anyway, I now have "The Key to Rondo", by Emily Rodda; "Fall of a Kingdom", by Hilari Bell; "High Wizardry", by Diane Duane; "Foundation", by Isaac Asimov; "Never After", by Rebecca Lickiss (what an unfortunate last name); "The Caves of Steel", by Isaac Asimov; and "The Elf Queen of Shannara", by Terry Brooks, all stacked in a neat column by the head of my sleeping bag. And I don't even particularly like the Shannara books. That's how far gone I am. Like a book zombie, my brain just goes dead and ravenous.

I've started "The Caves of Steel" and it's excellent thus far. I've been keeping a book database this year--one of my Resolutions for 2010--and after less than three months into the year I've read twenty-five new books! That's quite a good start to the year, I think!

Tomorrow I have a quiz and a midterm and art homework to do. Then Friday is a Russian quiz, but thankfully my midterm has been pushed back two weeks, and I also have an English midterm. And then it'll be spring break, and I'll be able to breathe again.

Today I also had great fun spending time with Nikolai again, which was great. We watched "The Pink Panther", the original, for the first time. It was . . . convoluted, to say the least, pretty much the thickest farce you can imagine, but was pretty funny all the same.

All-in-all, Caesar might have had cause to fear the Ides of March, but they were pretty good to me.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

9 Weeks

Yes, Nine weeks of this semester have been successfully survived, so now I'm over halfway to Summer Break! What a pleasant thought. It helps keep me cheerful in the face of next week, which promises to contain two important homework assignments, three essays, three midterm exams, and a Russian quiz. Ai.

I'm currently sitting in my room, which is swamped in library books. And when I say 'swamped', I mean that in the quite literal sense that a person could be in danger of sinking beneath them and remaining trapped forever. I have six books from the state library, and over a dozen from my school library, along with nearly twenty books that my father bought me for my birthday. I do love having stacks of unread books around the place; life seems so much brighter for them.

Nothing much of import happened last week, aside from the SyFy channel decided to air "The Prestige" and "Sunshine" back to back, late at night when I was supposed to be doing homework. I managed to finish the homework after all, but ended up staying awake ridiculously late, and what with having to wake up at 6 AM every school day . . . well, I finally managed to catch up on my sleep today by sleeping until half-past noon. And I'm still tired. But I got to watch "The Prestige" and "Sunshine" back to back, so I don't mind.

I also purchased my first "Doctor Who" dvd, thanks to "Tombs of the Cybermen" being on sale at Barnes and Noble! And the complete "Firefly" series, because a fundraiser at my school was selling it for only twelve dollars. That's some birthday money spent well, I think.

Now I am going to spend my weekend studying Russian in preparation for the aforementioned quiz and for the Russian midterm that's waiting for me like a ravening dragon on Friday. Oh dear. I should also clean my room and organize that swamp of books, and also turn my energy back to thrashing this horrific writers' block I've been laboring under for the past few months. I've tried writing so many things, and nothing is working. Unbelievably frustrating. I've been reading a lot, but it isn't helping. Oh well--This too shall pass, right?

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

"Dr. Linus"

BEST EPISODE SO FAR THIS SEASON.

Because I was freaking out the whole time that my two fave characters aside from Desmond were going to die. Even though I knew that they wouldn't, not yet, I couldn't help but be all wound up about it anyway.

And then they were fine. And we got a beautiful throw-back to the first season ending. And . . . dawwww, the fuzzy cuteness!!! Even if neither of my favorite characters got a hug at the end!

Celebratory vid:



YAY for the Not-Dead-Yet Richard and his trip to da ship!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Avalanche of Book Reviews!!

So . . . Due to various circumstances, some out of my control, some not, I've been very lackadaisical about my book reviewing for the past, um, five months. Lackadaisical is a good word. Use it in conversation today.

I'm going, therefore, to attempt to play catch-up for those five months in this single post, which means that this one post contains twenty-three books. I'm so sorry about that. As a result, my reviews will have to be a bit short so I don't kill my fingers and/or your eyes, so my apologies for that. There's a huge variety of books to review, some of them beautiful, some of them gloriously wonderful, some of them vaguely disappointing, and yes, some that just stunk. But in any case, here they all are in varying degrees of lateness, and I hope you read the good ones some time and avoid the bad like the plague ;)

I'm going to go by author, alphabetically. It'll be easier for me to organize my thoughts that way, as I cannot remember which month I read which book in necessarily. But books-of-the-months will get special treatment, never fear. I do play favorites when it comes to reading.

Leviathan 99, by Ray Bradbury
Actually, this was the first Bradbury work that I wasn't blown away by. In fact, it was rather disappointing. Basically it's a space-age retelling of Moby Dick--Queequeg is a telepathic alien, Ahab's bent on chasing a mysterious white comet, etc. But despite the clever idea, it falls flat. I can't help but compare it as I read it to Melville's original, and the real "Moby Dick" with all its depth and grandeur and peculiarities is one of my favorite books ever, and Bradbury's short story just feels immensely shallow and even boring in comparison to that. What a pity. Just watch the film he wrote with Gregory Peck as Ahab, because it's a much better tribute to Melville.

Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, by Stephen Crane
A short novella, but very enjoyable. I read it before class one morning, so it's a fast read, but really compelling. Jimmie, the brother, was in a way even more interesting a character to me than Maggie; the story sums up Maggie's life, but at the end I'm still wondering about how Jimmie's story will end. The jump from childhood to adulthood was unexpected and rather unique. Recommended.

The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman
I was interested in this because it won the Newbery and because it was by Gaiman. It's a really good read, with some very quotable stuff, and typical Gaiman word and story play which goes effortlessly from poignant to terrifying to comical and back again. I really enjoyed this one, and didn't even realize that the whole story is a riff on 'The Jungle Book' until I read the afterword, despite the giveaway title. This, as opposed to Bradbury's 'Leviathan 99', is a tribute to a classic that is well crafted, creative, and excellent enough to stand on its own. I'm hoping for a hinted-at sequel.

The Sandman Vol I-VI, by Neil Gaiman
I'm not usually one for graphic novels, but I'd heard a lot about this, so I thought I'd give it a go. I'm a bit wary about recommending it--it's often quite horrific, some of the art is quite, um, graphic, and there's language and gruesome violence all over the place--and yet I somehow enjoy it. It's creative and often poetical, and there's really interesting concepts as well as some really beautiful art here. So it's a mixed bag. Definitely an adult read, though. Oh, and bonus points to Gaiman for putting 'The Lost Road' on Dream's bookshelf and featuring GK Chesterton as a benevolent manifestation from the Dreamworld! And for the several Milton shout-outs.

All Creatures Great and Small and All Things Bright and Beautiful, by James Herriot
I don't dislike animals, but I don't adore them either. Books like Old Yeller just don't have any effect on me, and I've never been one to get all gooey when I see a pony or a little kitten. So I was a bit skeptical about reading these, as they're memoirs of a vet and all. I was, however, smitten and won over completely before I even finished the first story. Every episode in each book is very short, little snapshots of life as a country vet, but Herriot skillfully uses each episode to a purpose, whether to muse on life, or showcase his eccentric friends and acquaintances, or laud the farmers he helps, or make you laugh out loud at some ridiculous happening, or make you cry when he has to euthanize a lonely old man's elderly dog and only companion and leave the poor fellow alone in his empty house. Some writers write stories that transform life into art, but Herriot simply shows that life itself already is art, you just haven't been looking. These are beautiful stories, beautifully told, and you need to read them. And then watch the classic television show with Peter Davison as Tristan ^_^

The Letters of John Keats
By Keats, obviously, ranging over, if I remember correctly, the last five years of his life or so. These were amazing to read, I filled a notebook with quotations taken from his letters. It's interesting to get a sense of the very young man and the poet behind such favorites of mine as "Robin Hood", "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" and the ever-lovely "Ode to a Nightingale". He seems like he was a fantastic person, which makes his inevitable death even harder to deal with, and his letters are full of personality.

Strongbow, by Morgan Llewellyn
It had a promising beginning, and then a very lackluster middle and dull end. Ultimately could have been an interesting story, but with a length of only about 100 pages it felt more like the outline for a story to be written later. I can't even remember half the plot, it was so blah. Something about Queen Aoife and medieval politics in Ireland.

Daughter of the Forest, by Juliet Marillier
Another book that started well, and then got dull and lifeless and dwindled to a half-hearted end. Which is a shame, since this is after all a retelling of my favorite fairy tale, that of the Wild Swans. I would recommend the original fairy tale, not this version. There's some good drama and dynamics and writing early on in the story, but once the princes are changed to swans, the story just . . . dies. Too bad.

The Copper Crown, by Patricia Kennealy Morrison
I actually loved this book! Or at least heartily enjoyed it. Basically the premise is that Ancient Celts, being voyagers, figured out space travel in the second century AD or so, and left earth to colonize a whole new system of planets, and are now this futuristic Celtic society, telepaths who live in castles, fight with horse-drawn chariots and electric swords, and sail spaceships around. And now that a futuristic mission from earth has found them, earth will soon learn of their existence after thousands of years of not knowing. Oh, and there's an immense space-war brewing between the space-Celts and their galactic neighbors who seem to be channeling Ancient Egypt. There's also treachery, heroism, magic, romance-without-immorality, and even a ceili dance or two all rolled up in a very entertaining package of beautifully-styled writing that is deliberately archaic in its flavor. Yes, it's a kooky, bizarre read, but so very enjoyable I don't care. I don't know if I'll hunt down the sequel or not, but I did enjoy this.

Here, There Be Dragons, by James A. Owen
This was also a bizarre read, but unfortunately not nearly as well executed. Basically--a young JRR Tolkien and CS Lewis and Charles Williams are for a confusing and somewhat vague reason transported into a magical world which is depicted in the Imaginarium Geographica, a mysterious book they possess. This world is nothing less than the world of, well, imagination! So every story ever created exists in this world, with all its characters and locations, alongside every other story ever created. And it's very random. I mean, the Green Knight is Charles Darnay? Um, logic behind that, please? In the end it's like a severely watered-down "Silverlocke", which is a shame considering two of my favorite authors are cheekiliy not-so-subtlely made protagonists. If only the talent matched the concept.

Dragonspell, by Donita K. Paul
I liked it, but I didn't fall in love with it the way I wanted to, perhaps because I don't really like furry creatures, and I think there are a lot of furry characters? I read this a while ago, and so can't remember. I still mean to look up the sequel, though, and I really liked the wizard, I forget his name. Ugh. I think I need to re-read this one.

Rosemary Sutcliff
I read a lot of Sutcliff books, so it'll serve best to group them all together, otherwise I'll be typing until my hands drop off. I could rave about each book individually, but again, that might get monotonous. So here's the list of Sutcliff books I devoured over the course of the past few months:

Eagle of the Ninth is about a young Roman soldier who, with the help of a British warrior he rescues from the arena, ventures into the wilds of Britain to find the fabled lost Eagle of his father's doomed regiment; Knight's Fee tells the story of a poor boy in Normanized Britain who thanks to fluke and fortune and an enigmatic jester is set on the path to becoming a knight; The Lantern Bearers is back in Roman-occupied Britain again, about a young Roman whose life is torn apart in the first few chapters and spends the rest of the novel growing up and growing old and still trying to come to terms (or trying to not come to terms) with the trauma of that catastrophe; The Mark of the Horselord I cannot even describe here because the epicness is too much, and so I will defer my review until later as befits a very deserving Book of the Month; The Shield Ring would have been Book of the Month if "Horselord" had not squeaked past it, and is the story of two Viking youths growing from childhood to adulthood: a spirited girl adopted into the village and her best friend, the son of the village bard who is haunted by the fear that if he were captured by the Norman enemy and tortured as many men before him have been, he would be the one to break and betray his hidden home; The Silver Branch is back again in Roman-occupied Britain, although at a later, more decadent period of the Empire, and is filled with political intrigue, brilliant characters, wisdom, heartbreak, and triumph; and last but absolutely not least Sword at Sunset is a purely breathtaking work of art and the best Arthurian epic since "The Once and Future King", in addition to being the sequel to "The Lantern Bearers". And also a Book of the Month, so I'll be reviewing it later, peeps. Bottom line: If it has 'Sutcliff' on the spine, you had better read it.

The Good Thief
, by Hannah Tinti
The description on the back was interesting--orphan with one hand, resurrectionists, con men, mystery, all romping around in 1800's New England--so I thought I'd give it a go. The characters are very Dickensian by nature, but the Dickens quality of narrative is lacking, and although that makes sense considering Tinti is not Dickens, it still left me feeling irrationally disappointed. As though I picked up a chocolate cake mix at the grocery store and upon baking it discovered that it actually makes vanilla cupcakes. Vanilla cupcakes aren't by definition BAD, but when you're expecting chocolate cake, it feels like false advertising and it makes you unhappy. There are some very good parts, and it's not really a bad book, but the ending was absolutely ridiculous. I left this book rather disappointed; it could have been a lot better.

The Witch in the Wood, by TH White
Speaking of "The Once and Future King", this is the first version of what would later become Book Two of OaFK, "The Queen of Air and Darkness". I'm going to keep this short and sweet because my fingers are starting to ache and because nothing more needs to be said: Stick with "Queen". "Witch" is peculiarly unimpressive and bland and has none of the terrifying power, poignancy, or foreshadowing of the later version found in OaFK.

Michael Faraday, by L. Pearce Williams
I actually borrowed this from the library to get some information for a research paper last semester, and so only needed to read one chapter, but I was so enthralled by that one chapter, I had to read the whole thing. This is a big deal for me, as I typically A) Don't like biographies, B) Don't like science, and C) This book was over 500 pages long, small-print, and I was in the middle of midterms. But it's very well-written, and Faraday is now my favorite scientist and one of my heroes. He has a very inspiring and interesting life-story, though it ends somewhat sadly. Strongly recommended.

Dragon's Blood, by Jane Yolen
I found this story entertaining, if not scintillating, and original, if not overly compelling. The idea of a society on another planet built on breeding dragons to fight in arenas is an interesting one, but as I said before, I'm not really an animal book lover apart from "Where the Red Fern Grows" and "Watership Down", and so the cute dragon-and-boy bonding and all didn't have much of an impact on me. I don't think I'll continue this series.

And I'm done! Now we're all caught up until February! March reviews look like they'll be fun though, because as of this typing I have no less than fourteen books checked out of the library by authors as varied as Chesterton, Gaiman, Pratchett, Lovecraft, and Bradbury. It's shaping up to be an escapist sort of month, and that can mean only good things.

Keep Reading!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

National Doodle Day, Doctor!

I love the Fifth Doctor (my fave, along with Ten and Two), and so literally squealed when I saw these--Peter Davison's doodles for National Doodle Day!



YES! The Doctor drew the Doctor, and it's ADORABLE!! Eeee! Check out the celery! And the brainy specs!! :D

I want to watch "Caves" now. Or "Enlightenment".