Warning, randomness ahead, fueled by migraine and Starbucks frap.
I just finished reading a book that disturbed the shit out of me – and that’s a good thing, since it’s got me thinking about it weeks later. It’s Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. I saw something about it when it was upcoming so I read her first two and they were disturbing, but this one much more so.
Anyone read it? Anyone disturbed?
Currently watching – Real Housewives of NYC. Loving Carole Radziwill. It made me go back and reread her memoir, What Remains. She’s got a beautiful way of writing, at least to me. Maybe if I pointed out a line or two, you’d be like, really? But there’s just something about it that makes me reread. I think that’s why I like poetry so much – the strength of each individual line is so important – each one has to be weighted. In fiction (or non-fiction, as What Remains is), it’s not as necessary but breathtaking when it happens. Oh, and fwiw, RHONYC isn’t so great this time around. Of course, I’ll still be watching.
Also liking Longmire (TV series). Am halfway through the first book in the series by Craig Johnson – I like that the series differs enough that I’m not watching and going, but it’s not like that in the book. Kind of like True Blood – the books are so different from the show, especially now, that it doesn’t bother me. If there’s a show or movie made from a book, I’ve always got to read the book first – just me?