“And if I only could… I’d be running up that hill…with no problems…” – Kate Bush
This is going to be a sad post. I’ve put it off for the last couple weeks, because no matter what, it will make me sad, and I’m already sad. For those of you who have been around this little corner of the blogisphere for a while, you’ll be familiar with the furry love featured above. His name is Toby, and for the last decade and a half, he has been my muse, my companion, our family mascot, and, in the way of all pets, an occasional pain in the ass. He slept with us (stole our body heat), rubbed up against us (begged) for food, got up on forbidden surfaces, left extra hair every and absolutely anywhere it was possible to shed. He braved the cold of coming winter and the wet of new summer rains, to wander his territory and assert his dominance over the squirrels and small birds. He meowed too loudly in the middle of the night, and barged through doors that weren’t shut tight. We would never have been without him.
Except, now, we are without him. Toby passed away on May 3rd, 2022, with a bit of a whine of indignation (he always hated getting shots), and then a last gasp of relaxation into my arms. He was over 18 years old, which is quite an achievement for any domestic feline. He made good use of his time here, hunting, jumping, climbing, loving (and being loved on), sleeping, eating, more sleeping, and watching Netflix with me.
The last several months, he’d been steadily declining. Jumping was harder. Running was harder. Dry food lost its appeal. He couldn’t always remember what he came into a room for.
I knew we’d one day reach the gate to the rainbow bridge, a place I couldn’t follow him. I had to let him cross when he was too old, too in pain, too ready to rest, without us.
And so, on May 3rd, Starclan received its latest Warrior, a fine hunter, the victor of many battles. He’ll always know where to find the plumpest finches, how to cross the widest streams, the best positions for stretching out in sun spots to maximize ultraviolet soakage. He’ll be able to jump and climb the tallest trees, bound across meadows without stopping, and never again forget the name of that minor character in The Vampire Diaries.
He’s still with us, in a sense, always just out of the corner of my eye down the hall, or just flitting off at the edge of the patio. He’s not here, but he isn’t gone.
I love you, Toby, forever and ever, my furbaby. Be at peace, child.
Good morning! Been quite a while since one of these! Today I’m on the blog tour for The Intra-Earth Chronicles (Book 1: The Two Sisters).
By author Kara Jacobson, published by Atmosphere Press, this is a short book that packs a punch of dystopian action, focusing on two sisters, Sasha and Adrianne, who have been separated by a sudden catastrophe. Among all the confusion of their world literally collapsing, these two kids are just trying to get back to each other.
The action keeps on at a steady pace throughout this short tale, but there is a bunch of worldbuilding thrown in to break down the girls’ environment, what their life was like before the disaster, and the sorts of peoples and territories they’re dealing with in their separate journeys. Because of the vastness and richness of this world, I really hoped this tale would be a little longer, to let the reader explore more! Given, though, that the title includes “Book 1,” I’m sure there will be more to come!
This is intended to be a middle-grade novelette, and the content is appropriate for younger readers. So feel free to dive into this one with your own tweens!
About the author:
Kara Jacobson resides in the beautiful, rolling hills of Red Wing, MN with her husband and young son, Logan. She and her husband both work at the local hospital, where they first met. Born with an insatiable appetite for science fiction, Kara has always been intrigued with the notion of entire civilizations existing within the earth. She was a New Media Film Festival (2021) nominee for The Intra-Earth Chronicles, Book I: The Two Sisters.
There’s also an excellent giveaway for this tour — 5 signed copies of the book plus 2 $25 Visa gift cards!
Gooood morning! … So, as I tend to do when tackling a really rough subject, I’ve started with a picture of absolute “awwwww!” to help temper the rest of the post. Whenever you start to feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the discussion (God knows my blood has been boiling for the last two days), please refer to the puppy.
So, I imagine by now EVERYONE knows that a) I do not discuss current events in this blog unless I find it too important to let go, and b) that Will Smith slapped Chris Rock at the 2022 Oscars award ceremony on Sunday. For those of you who may have missed it, Smith was at the ceremony with his wife, Jada Pinkett-Smith, who suffers from an autoimmune disorder that causes irreversible hair loss. (And it is common knowledge she has this condition.) Rock, one of several co-hosts for the ceremony, during an award presentation went off-script for a moment and made a callous, cruel remark, spotlighting Pinkett-Smith by name and making fun of her disorder. On live television, being broadcast internationally, in a room full of her professional colleagues. At first, the audience laughed, because, “hey, it’s a joke, right?”, but attitudes started changing very quickly when Pinkett-Smith’s face fell, and Smith yelled at Rock to shut up. Rock did not even acknowledge the Smiths’ reaction, so, in a minute, Will Smith left his seat, strode up onto stage, and slapped Rock in the face.
The fact is that, because it was the Oscars, even those in the theatre were uncertain if this moment had been previously planned. No one stopped Smith, he left the stage, so did Rock, the ceremony continued, and social media literally blew up across the globe.
Within half an hour, Rock had been checked for injuries (there were none reported), the police had been called, and Will Smith was stewing somewhere away from the cameras. It’s also well-documented that in those moments, actors Denzel Washington and Tyler Perry met with Smith and — the court of public opinion definitely wants to gloss over this part — PRAYED with him.
Shortly afterwards, Smith did receive the award for Best Actor that he’d been nominated for. The crowd gave him a standing ovation. In his tearful acceptance speech, he thanked Washington for his insight and counseling, apologized to those present and to the Film Academy who makes the nominations, and spoke about the kind of person he wanted to be. He took responsibility for a poor decision. He has since apologized to Rock as well.
But this whole time, Smith has NOT backed down from the fact that he was defending his wife. She was the very public target of a mean insult, issued without her knowledge, without her approval, and something getting WAY too ignored in this whole thing is how SHE felt about it.
Who gives a damn about how Chris Rock feels, since he chose to be a jerk, and a bully, and obviously thought he’d get away with it? What the hell do his motives matter? Getting laughs is more important than emotionally gutting someone in front of their peers?
What it boils down to is this: Ableism was once again allowed to be acceptable over empathy. Causing scandal at the expense of a chronically ill woman’s feelings was deemed all right. The boundaries of common decency were rearranged to exclude a man overreacting while trying to stand up for a loved one, and to protect a certified asshat who didn’t think before he spoke.
The fact is, when the slap was delivered, a lot of disabled people sat up and took notice. Without condoning the physical aspect of Smith’s action, many folks agree: He was defending his wife. He wanted to make the insult stop. He did something about the cruelty, instead of pretending it didn’t matter, didn’t hurt, didn’t scar. For that, he deserves ALL the respect.
If you act like the slap happened in a vacuum, completely ignoring the circumstances that led up to it, you are saying what Chris Rock did was okay. And that is NOT OKAY.
Since the whole thing went down, most of the media has screamed about what a monster Will Smith has become — refusing to discuss the WHY behind it all. Refusing to acknowledge Smith’s public apologies, humility and contriteness. (Isn’t that what we always tell our children? “Say you’re sorry. Don’t do it again.”) People were horrified at this one misstep from a man who is largely viewed as a good person. A misstep that, again, he has taken responsibility for.
Where’s Rock’s apology to Jada? Nowhere. Rock has been dead silent. I haven’t heard a word about him issuing a statement or accepting Smith saying he was sorry, nor owning the fact Rock himself deliberately provoked such intense anger.
When you condemn the reaction but not its catalyst, you are sanctioning the behavior that created it. You are endorsing hurting people’s feelings as an appropriate way of life.
Quite often, I ignore celebrity news, gossip, and scandal of all sorts. Most of the time, I don’t peruse unfamiliar social media channels and doomscroll. But last night, I went digging, because I needed to know: In this battle over who was right, less right, wrong, or more wrong with regards to The Slap, what was winning — ableism, or fighting ableism?
I was positively tickled pink when I realized the tide is turning in favor of the latter.
More and more and more posts are circulating the internet, defending Smith’s motives but not his actions, and completely condemning Rock. An entire can of worms has been opened regarding many of the celebs who came out on Rock’s behalf, the community of Team Will finding and posting these people’s dirty laundry — and it’s a LOT worse than what happened on Sunday night. I won’t get into all of that, but let’s just say, some of the stuff I learned 12 hours ago about certain people is definitely cause for concern…
The bigger picture of this incident has always been and remains: America is a society that tolerates bullying. Our society excuses malicious words and deeds in many forms, and allows those who spread the hate and hurt to carry on without consequence.
It is BEYOND time that human beings moved on from laughing at the disabled and the ill. It is BEYOND time that such things are considered acceptable.
I know Will Smith reacted in the heat of the moment and wasn’t intending to start a big conversation on how we treat people with medical conditions they can’t prevent, but…he has.
Good morning! Yes, I’m back! Between work and trying to write more and winter break, February was pretty busy! It also meant that most evenings I was too tired to crack open a physical book, so I went on an audio binge! This helped me get through some recent bestsellers that I’d been looking forward to, much quicker and with more engagement than if I’d been struggling to pay attention when all my eyes wanted to do was stare at the wall!
So here’s a rundown of what I listened to in February!
Maid by Stephanie Land. “Maid” first came to my attention as the new “It Girl” series for Netflix. It’s the memoir/true story of the life of journalist and activist Stephanie Land, who struggled in poverty for years after having her first child, when she chose to flee an abusive relationship rather than stay with an explosive partner. Despite the fact that many people would see this action as responsible, Land was constantly belittled and shamed by social workers and lawyers — the very people who should have been cheering her decision and helping her get her infant daughter to a safe place — and stuck her in a broken system of halfway houses and welfare that barely provided enough money to live on. Though Land never specifically states it, it was clear to me she suffered from depression and intense anxiety when her daughter was a baby, and frankly, it is remarkable that she managed to keep going, keep pushing, keep trying; she wouldn’t stop until they made it out of the halfway house, to their own apartment, away from another abusive boyfriend, into a cleaning job that led her to being nearly self-employed. Land describes in vivid but still relatable detail some of the friends she made while cleaning their houses, how the setbacks nearly did her in, but how her friends’ and bosses’ confidence in her ability, in her toughness, bolstered her self-esteem. The short version is that eventually she secured a couple of different grants to get into a Bachelor’s degree program at a university in Montana, and she and her daughter moved there to pursue their happily ever after. Although parts of this story were very difficult to sit through, it’s important to read/watch/listen to her tale. A lot of people don’t realize why the cycle of poverty is so trapping, and bringing the broken system into sharp focus is necessary if our society is ever going to properly fix it.
You Can Date Boys When You’re Forty by Dave Barry. Not a recent release (2016 or so, if I remember correctly), and certainly not very serious, this was absolutely the hardcore sarcastic, witty, pun-and-satire-filled humor break I needed. In this book, Barry covers bringing his daughter to a Justin Bieber concert (oy vey), what it takes to be a writer (not really), the differences between men and women’s verbal communication patterns, and a long fantastic travel log on his family’s trip to Israel. I laughed so hard that my stomach literally hurt at the end of the last disc, and it was utterly worth it. Barry is an icon from my youth that, by some miracle, has maintained his cool factor and not turned out to be a massive jerk (something a lot of us are experiencing with celebrities these days), so the fun just keeps coming. As always, I was struck by Barry’s ability to seamlessly weave truth and necessary food for thought in among even the silliest jokes and nonsensical meanderings. Thank you so much, sir, for still being worthy of my admiration.
A Slow Fire Burningby Paula Hawkins. This is the first title I’ve tried by this author (though I think I watched a movie version of one of her books?). Anyway, this rather chilling, down-spirited who-dun-it with unreliable narrators was by turns interesting, depressing, and intriguing. There were chapters that made me ache for the suspect — who did turn out to be wrongfully accused — as she was a disabled woman still suffering from the effects of a car accident that happened in her childhood. The other likely candidates for murderer were a divorced couple, each with their own secrets and intense baggage, and a very, very strange woman who lives on a houseboat in a canal near the divorced couple. The story was a little convoluted throughout, and while I appreciated the first twist that revealed the real murderer (I did guess right!), I had a lot of trouble with the other twists. The second twist indicated the subplot — which was the houseboat woman accusing the ex-husband of stealing a book she wrote about her life — actually had very little to do with the main plot, and after a lot of buildup, that was disappointing. The final twist makes the audience think the motivation for the murder was actually completely wrong, and that definitely turned me off. I won’t be trying anything else by this author; unreliable narrators who in fact invalidate the entire story are a deal breaker for me.
Harry’s Treesby Jon Cohen. My only DNF in this post, “Harry’s Trees” was 110% worth the DNF. It’s supposed to be a heartwarming tale of Harry, who loses his wife, and meets a young widow with a daughter, and how he rebuilds his life while everyone involved deals with their grief. So sayeth the blurb. This book is just STUPIDLY WEIRD. It can’t decide whether it’s being almost satire or just plain whining; within the first several chapters, it makes fun of Quakers, grief counselors, librarians, and even the main characters. The daughter is a precocious child named Oriana (hearing the audio narrator enunciate this ridiculously pretentious name over and over just made me grit my teeth), who is of course smarter than all the adults. There are hints of magical realism, but it’s also not treated as a serious subject, and this route just gets too irritating. So I stopped after the second CD.
Harlem Shuffleby Colson Whitehead. Also the first title I’ve finished by this author, “Harlem Shuffle” is amusing and poignant, a little long-winded in places, but it’s still worth the read. The story follows a black man in New York City in the 1970s, trying to make his way without falling into crime, in the midst of the civil rights movement and things changing all around him. I liked the often serious, sometimes tongue-in-cheek reflections on race and gender roles and stereotypes, and whether we believe them or whether we choose to alter them. This was definitely a title made all the more enjoyable by the narrator; his voice was distinct and fitting, he didn’t attempt silly accents or overdramatize the dialogue. I could imagine the characters and setting very well through his reading, and that certainly helped me make it to the end of this little-too-long novel.
And that’s all for now! Have a great weekend, everybody!
Good frozen morning! I really hope everyone’s managing to stay warm and secure in the face of the latest winter storm headed our way. Over the holiday season, I did stick to my “resolution” to stock up on some new reading material, and while I’ve started on the several titles recently acquired, I’m certainly not going to rush through (I mean, what if there’s a blizzard, or something)…
So, if anybody remembers, I’d decided to look for cozy paranormal mysteries the next time I went book shopping. Ehrm, well…that didn’t last very long. In my defense, I did get a few of those! Buuuut… I blame the displays at Barnes & Noble. Those buy-one-get-one-at-a-discount stacks on the tables just beyond the front door, when you’ve freshly stepped into this magical haven of literature and knowledge and fun, the waft of somebody’s fancy espresso greeting your senses…
Yes, that’s it, we’ll blame the displays. Because I literally walked right into this.
I’d never heard of this author, and I’m honestly not sure I’ll look into his other titles, but I just might, because as confusing and at times dull as this book was, there’s also something fascinating about The Library of the Dead, that draws you in early and makes you want to keep reading through the tedious parts. Following the rough life of young Ropa, who comes from a poor immigrant family, there are ghosts and a dystopian future and monsters and ill-defined creatures with Ulterior Motives. The writing is a mix of city slang and well-educated prodigy (which does effectively set the tone for Ropa’s character and narration). The story seriously suffers from too many subplots that either fade away too quickly or don’t really make a difference to the overall theme — and yet, most of them are quite entertaining to read. By the end, I was a bit puzzled, but also wasn’t obsessing over it. The plot holes are pretty big, but if you just accept them and enjoy the story as you go, then you won’t be too disappointed. It’s strange, because usually I don’t excuse obvious lapses in continuity or common sense, though this time I guess I wasn’t truly invested enough to really be bothered about it.
This book relied waaaaay too much on the clever blurb as its selling point. I became aware only after I started reading that this is the third in a trilogy, and some people have very unflattering things to say about the author (fair enough, I’m not here to be the opinion police). However, I was determined to give it a shot. It’s one of those times I honestly wish I hadn’t. At first, What The Hell Did I Just Read is a delightfully absurd and satire-ish paranormal-mystery-ish novel. Unfortunately, it all too quickly lives up to its title, in a bad way, when the narration takes on a heavy-handed soapbox-preachy tone a few chapters in and never really reverts back. The sudden shift to intense profanity and obscene shock-value moments didn’t help at all. In the end, I DNF’ed this one, without regret.
Luckily I have good stuff to report as well!
I also added 3 more titles to my Discworld collection, making a bit of a dent in my list of Books-I-Must-Own-Before-I-Die. I already have all the titles featuring Death, but now also have almost all of the City Watch series, and am finally getting close to being able to finish all the books about the Lancre witches.
And I ended up with a surprise, too…
Will you just LOOK at that cover. At the, erm, artistry and the, uh, color scheme. Okay, okay, yes, I need to know what Hot Guy is up to. Hey, at least I’m honest. Anyway, when I came across this in the display, I passed, mostly because I worried carrying it to the car would cause a minor injury. (It’s almost 800 pages.) BUT, a couple weeks ago, I received an unexpected gift card, and there was a sale going on for hardcovers, AND online ordering meant delivery, so no qualms about sudden bodily harm en route to the parking lot. So, I went for it.
After Empire of the Vampire arrived at my house, I made an outstanding discovery:
I already knew that B&N stores sometimes arrange for authors to “sneak” in and sign many copies of their newest release or most beloved titles, then those books go on the shelves among the “regular” inventory, and occasionally, a really excited reader will stumble on a “secret” signed copy. Well, I ordered a very ordinary, not special edition or anything, random hardcover of Empire of the Vampire — and yet…THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE IS ON THE INSIDE TITLE PAGE.
I didn’t even notice it at first — I was actually looking at a few of the amazing illustrations between chapters. Then my fingers slipped while skimming, and I saw what seemed like a smear of ink under the title font. I looked closer, realized it was deliberate and not some bookseller’s accident, couldn’t breathe for a moment, then went to research Google images of Jay Kristoff’s signature.
HOLY CROW, yup, it was real.
Except now I can’t read it, because it would be like desecrating a sacred artifact or something.
And that’s all for now! I’ll be back later on withsome movie recommendations to keep us cozy this winter!
Well, hello there! Turns out it’s January now, and WordPress just reminded me of my blogging anniversary! This is possibly not the best time to create a new post, seeing as there’s crashy and bangy construction going on in my kitchen, but here we go!
So, 7 years of this blog! I can’t even say I’m impressed, since I’d honestly forgotten it had been that long, and while I kind of wish I could state with certainty, “Look how much I’ve accomplished!”, I really do have to step back and sort of take stock to remember what I actually HAVE done since…2015? (See what I mean?)
Anyway, yes, it’s an achievement, partly because it simply takes a lot of energy and effort to keep finding topics you want to continue blogging about, AND either consistently taking notes or doing research so that you know you know what you’re really discussing. Lots of blogs go inactive within a few years, and I can see why, and I don’t blame anyone who feels this method of conversing with the community just isn’t for them anymore. But I really enjoy my little platform, my corner of the thoughts and musings and floating particles of book-related stuff, and I do keep making the effort to tackle a subject time and time again.
Getting my own ramblings out of my head and into this space also helps me get a little more concrete with plans and notions and possible schedules. Verbally, or in writing, setting a goal or deadline for a project can help motivate and bring back the creative passion. So, while I can’t commit to frequency (or quality?!) of posts, I can definitely declare I’ll still be around this place!
So, what are my initial plans for 2022? Well, to begin with, I am not really making any. I know, that sounds contradictory to what I said above, about needing the motivation by saying out loud, “I am going to…”, but my life is at a point where the minute I map out an entire month or even week, Murphy’s Law throws it back in my face laughing uproariously. I feel it’s better right now to have general-objective-shaped concepts, and very realistic expectations as to what counts as progress. First up: the TBR.
I went to Barnes & Noble for my annual splurge, during which I stock up on recent releases that sound intriguing, engaging, or just plain fun (often depending on the mood I’m in at the end of whichever year). For December 2021, it was all about what simply sounds fun. To hell with learning something new or becoming more informed, 2022. (Sorry-not-sorry, there are too many alarming, disheartening, or enraging facts in the world today.) And I truly intend to turn into a massive mood reader this calendar cycle — whether that means Terry Pratchett re-reads on Monday and a cozy mystery on Tuesday, followed by no reading and YouTube on Wednesday, bring forth the whims of feel, yo.
Next is: Volume 4. (Dun-dun-duuuuun!) After the state of life in 2021 meant my writing time was severely compromised, I decided to abandon (all hope ye who enter here) previously-insisted ideas that I could still finish my final draft of Volume 4 before Christmas. I stopped feeling guilty, and just went with being glad for whatever I got done each day, or any day, no matter how unimpressive in terms of numbers. It’s a much better strategy for my mental health — and probably for the quality of the book, too.
Although I HAD hoped to have a release date to share with everyone by now, what I can reveal is: IT HAS A TITLE. (Drum roll, please.) The final installment in The Order of the Twelve Tribes series is called: Prodigies and Legends. It also involves: time travel! more fey and sith! tying up certain character backstories and answering some burning questions! (Well, they were burning questions for me…) It also will establish another companion story (that I’ve been dyyyyying to work on), and there IS a direct sequel to the canon already outlined. (Which may or may not see the light of day before 2028. Ahem.)
The other flippity-floppity umbrella that covers my creative ambitions falls over the deluge of new movies and TV shows that I haven’t been able to get to yet because Muffin was home for holiday break. Top on my list are the Hilda movie (if you use Netflix and haven’t watched Hilda yet, so do!), the DVDs I got (myself) for Christmas, and very realistically a third re-watch of The Vampire Diaries. (NOT SORRY!)
I’m also ruminating that I’ll write a bit more about different kinds of entertainment this year — not just reading, more films and maybe audio — as my other “goal” (ssssh) is to listen to more music and audiobooks, so reviewing that stuff as well could be fun!
All right, have a tolerable Monday, everyone, don’t freeze, stay healthy, and to Hades with those New Year’s resolutions — be happy!
Yup, that’s it, that’s the post today. And I will be absolutely waxing poetic about my love for this show and rambling on and including ALLLLLLL the spoilers; so if you aren’t prepared for any of that, I give you permission to spend the next half hour emptying your dishwasher or petting the cat or defeating that latest boss in Genshin Impact. But otherwise, get a cup of tea, a comfy cushion, and settle in for my unabashed gushing on this series that has literally changed my entertainment life.
So, I never saw this show when it was originally aired on live TV. I did come across the occasional, brief ad for The Vampire Diaries, circa 2010-2015, but that was only because it was on the same channel as Supernatural, which was my obsession then. So I knew TVD existed, but that was it. I knew nothing about the premise, the characters, any of the plot.
Then this fall, I was completely bored with my usual choices on Netflix, and I’d noticed The Vampire Diaries come up in a couple of searches, so I decided, why not? How little did I guess the impact this impulsive click of the remote would have on my storyteller’s soul.
This program is, in a word, amazing. Not a hundred percent of the time; it’s not immune to some bad writing or a lapse in continuity; there are a handful of episodes that I’m not excited about re-watching. BUT, on the whole: YES, AMAZING.
The Vampire Diaries was made in an era when TV dramas were all about atmosphere — and everything, from the writing and directing, to the cut scenes, the soundtrack, the photography and set pieces, contributes directly to the atmosphere of the overall story. There are so many gorgeous little touches throughout the filming of almost every episode in the first, second, and third seasons that establish character connections and hint at the unveiling plotline as we travel through each arc. The showrunners had foreshadowing down to an art. And even then, even when there were twists I guessed, there were still plenty of other moments that had me literally gasp aloud or laugh unexpectedly or get very teared up the first time I watched.
I do feel it’s fair to say this is a show that came about as the purely magical result of an excellent cast and crew that simply clicked so brilliantly and created something nearly genius at just the right moment. While I’m certainly not a 17-year-old fangirl (ahem, sorry; we all were once), I am completely not exaggerating when I say this show has profoundly touched my heart, and will stay with me for quite a while.
So what makes TVD more than just another weekly drama about vampires and werewolves? Well, lots. We start with a sleepy town, Mystic Falls, and an ordinary girl, Elena Gilbert, who’s recently lost her parents in a car accident, and is intrigued by the handsome, kind, mysterious new guy at school, Stefan Salvatore. If you’re getting Twilight vibes from that synopsis, don’t worry, the similarities end there. Yes, Stefan is a vampire, and, yes, he’s trying to be a “good” vampire (feeding only on animals), but he absolutely harbors deep, dark secrets, and is full of surprises — some of which actually make Elena not want to be with him, rather than drawing her to him like a dysfunctional magnet (a.k.a. unlike Bella and Edward).
Enter the bigger twist to this tale: Stefan has a brother, Damon, who’s also a vampire, as they were turned by the same person, a woman named Katherine, during the Civil War. So there’s a different sort of love triangle established — and the mystery deepens even further, because Elena looks exactly like Katherine.
As we proceed through season 1, we get to know more about Elena’s best friend, Bonnie, who discovers she’s a witch; just how much history Stefan and Damon have in Mystic Falls; and what Elena and Katherine’s stunningly accurate physical resemblance has to do with it all.
This is the first program I’ve seen where the topic of dopplegangers was treated not as the comic relief, and portrayed brilliantly. Too often when you have one actor playing twin roles, it goes badly. But the actress who singlehandedly slayed simultaneously being sweet, kind, innocent Elena and duplicitious, murderous Katherine did an incredible job. She utterly sold both characters, so that everybody loved Elena and hated Katherine. AND I have to say, it really shows the strength of the entire cast from this early on, that by early into season 2, all the actors showed awesome, solid connections to Elena, as well as an intense dislike or fear of Katherine — sometimes in the very same scene.
So, with the explanation of dopplegangers, and a nice bit of history repeating — since Stefan and Damon were both in love with Katherine, and now they’re both falling for Elena — we also get the introduction of one of the most interesting and best-played-out plots in the show — the Originals. This is because Klaus, the ringleader of the Originals, is on the hunt for dopplegangers.
I LOVE THE ORIGINALS. Not the spinoff series (that’s a disappointment for another discussion). The Original Family is SUCH a great idea for a vampire origin tale. And the main siblings — Klaus, Rebecca, and Elijah — are excellent characters, not black-and-white evil, not even definitively morally gray in the case of Klaus and Rebecca. These antagonists-turned-frenemies-turned-maybe-allies are so well-written in their own right, but they also taught our main leads SO much about themselves and their relationships. Seasons 2 and 3 are the biggest focus on the Originals (before they got their own show), and it makes for nail-biting, spine-tingling, tear-jerking, even laugh-out-loud storylines that still make me cry and smile and reminisce fondly.
One of the major things with the Originals is the importance of family, and when an entire family becomes vampires, how many terrible deeds are siblings willing to overlook or forgive as the centuries march on? There’s also a very powerful theme of being asked to give up too much of one’s own dreams or aspirations in order to serve an ideal or a group of people that you may no longer feel loyalty or obligation towards. Not only did these actors and writers create a total slam dunk on the characters and the topic, but introducing the Originals expanded the worldbuilding exponentially and meant there were multiple ways in which future plotlines could go.
I must take a moment to gush unchecked about ELIJAH MIKAELSON. He is absolutely my favorite Original, without a doubt the paragon of nobility and conflicted virtue, and I desperately adored every minute he was on screen in The Vampire Diaries. He totally did not deserve the hate he got from the Salvatore brothers, seeing as he saved not only Elena’s life but all their lives more than once, and inadverently helped protect their sireline (before anyone even knew that killing an Original would mean destroying all the vampires they’d ever sired), by maintaining his undying hope that Klaus was worth redeeming. This is the stuff of great writing, folks.
Now, for the part about the Originals’ plot in TVD that I didn’t like: the twist with Esther just made me mad. Finn was simply a scenery-chewer whose only purpose was to present the fact about accidentally killing a sireline. Kol was a one-dimensional villain (again, great acting, but otherwise no point as a character). And Esther ruining everything for Alaric was just mean.
Yes, let’s go off on my Alaric rant. Guess it’s as good a time as any? Alaric Saltzman went from being one of my favorite characters to the lowest of the low, and this is something I do not take kindly to. He started as a self-made, not-so-good vampire hunter, spurned by a truly narcissistic ex-wife; to being used as a vessel for Klaus against his will (excellently played by the actor), to settling in as Elena and Jeremy’s guardian and Damon’s best friend and a decent vampire hunter. Then bloody Esther messed with him, and made him into a cold-blooded killer who targeted vampires — including people he cared about. Then he died for real, in the midst of so much drama for our main characters, and honestly, that still hurts. Alaric deserved better.
Um, actually…he did deserve better — until season 6.
Hmm, okay, putting the rest of this rant on pause. I do need to go back to my chronological breakdown.
Okay, so now we’re getting into the things I don’t like about TVD. In my opinion (which is all that matters on this blog), seasons 1 through 4 were (with a couple of exceptions) truly magical, even the bad parts, and I AM HERE for all of it. Besides the awesome Originals, there were some great subplots, from the whole doppleganger reveal; to Jeremy and Anna (I ship!); Bonnie growing as a witch; Caroline is fantastic as a vampire; Tyler becoming a werewolf was not cliche and had a poignant portrayal. The scenes where Caroline helped Tyler through his first full moon transformation were EPIC. The sidebars of Damon and Liz Forbes’ friendship, how Tyler’s mom reacted to finding out he was a werewolf, and the drama with the Founders’ Council all blended in well.
Except. And these are big excepts for me. Yes, it really does tie in to my Alaric rant, and my overall “this is what I didn’t like,” I promise. The first except is: Dr. Meredith Fell. Dr. Fell is a terrible girlfriend for Alaric. Also, the intensely unethical ramifications of her using vampire blood on patients without their consent needed to be explored further. After all, Dr. Fell’s illicit practice is the reason Elena becomes a vampire following her accidental drowning at the end of season 3. This has NEVER sat well with me, because everybody knew that, eventually, Elena would most likely turn — either she’d decide to, or a Salvatore or Caroline would turn her to save her life from one of the many perils she faces through the early seasons. BUT having Elena’s turn be the result of the fact Dr. Fell slipped her some of Damon’s blood after an accident, without Elena’s — or Damon’s — knowledge really sticks in my craw.
So, I never liked Dr. Fell, and I stand by it. Next: The introduction in season 4 of Silas as the first immortal being creates a massive conflict with the origin story of the Originals. Basically Silas invalidates everything that was established in season 2 and 3 as to where vampires first came from. So to say this is a problem is a major understatement. It means that the storyline of Silas needs to exist in kind of a worldbuilding vacuum, away from TVD canon, or we all need to mentally re-write what Silas actually was — more like a would-be self-appointed god or devil — and certainly not Stefan’s doppleganger.
OH. MY. GOD. Taking the concept of dopplegangers TOOOOOOO far in season 5 just about did me in. Finally killing Katherine off was great; we did not need more dopplegangers, of any gender or persona. And again, making Silas and Amara the initial shadow shelves COMPLETELY INVALIDATES WHAT KLAUS AND ELIJAH SAID ABOUT THE ORIGINAL DOPPLEGANGER. Ahem. Okay, I’ll stop yelling now, but this is why — and with good reason — for me the show begins going downhill in season 5.
Between that and the Travelers (stuuupid antagonists), Liv and Luke (hate liberally applied to these twins), and — deep breath — the RIDICULOUS “Augustine Society” part (GAAAHHHH), I almost didn’t survive my re-watch of season 5.
Unfortunately, season 6 is only marginally better. Here, in a nutshell, is why: Pardon my language, but who decided to make Alaric such a dick? Agreeing to compel away Elena’s love for Damon — his best friend! — is a properly asshat move. I could see agreeing to compel away the pain of thinking Damon was lost forever, but being complicit in erasing the love that made his best friend a better person?!?! Plus, Alaric was practically a father figure to Elena, so what kind of parental advice is that?!?! Elena’s love for Damon also made HER stronger and deeper, so, seriously, who DOES that to their nearly-adopted daughter?!?!
And now we get to the final domino in Alaric Saltzman’s descent into dickishness: The fact he was paired with Jo Laughlin. Jo Laughlin is my LEAST favorite character (even over Dr. Fell and Esther Mikaelson). Between her brash uncaring about keeping Elena and company safe from her absolutely crazyfamily, and being a manipulative, control freak, narcissist girlfriend to Alaric, Jo is indirectly responsible for ALLL the CRAP that unfolds by the season 6 finale. Yes, I said it, and stand by it!
Now, before I complete the rant portion of this post, I have to highlight the biggest perk of season 6: Damon and Bonnie being trapped together in the Prison World was terrific. The bond they developed and nurtured was fabulous. It, rightly so, lasts until the series finale, and is hands down my favorite enemies-to-friends arc in this program.
And, prior to diving into the trainwreck that was season 7 and 8 (yup, standing…), I have to state: I applaud the show for letting two major leads — Elena and Jeremy — leave, but keep it open for them to come back, and maintain that part of the story accordingly. Poor Jeremy had just the worst luck — all his love interests died, he died (like, 4 times), his sister almost died like a million times; so if the character and the actor were ready for greener pastures, go with God, my child. And Elena must have been exhausted after playing dual roles for several seasons — in some episodes, in the same scenes! So she deserved a break before coming back for the series finale.
And now: DRUMROLL: Here I will identify the moment The Vampire Diaries jumped the shark — it was the Heretics. From the premiere of season 7, we see that the writers should’ve abandoned the notion of the Heretics. Not only does the idea of witches-who-are-also-vampires go right against canon lore, those characters were one-dimensional, unengaging flops, simply yawn-worthy, and shoehorned in to canon events just to try to make them fit into a world that was already established. Nope, it didn’t work. The whole concept of bringing back Stefan and Damon’s mother just to have her repeatedly abandon her own children was, frankly, disturbing.
Then the whole Rayna Cruz, Vampire Hunter plot was LAAAAME. With the only exception of them running to Klaus (!!!) for help (hands up, who else shipped the HELL out of Caroline and Klaus?!?!); and that one super-great Damon-Bonnie-Stefan-Enzo evil-vampire-hunting scene. Otherwise, I also didn’t like the Armory (nooooot well thought out at all, writers), the time jumps were confusing, and who thought the whole Caroline and Alaric thing was okay?! And, sorry not sorry, Jo’s twins would not have survived in Caroline’s body, because they were syphons and would have killed Caroline on day one.
OKAY, here we go, grand finale for the rant (I promise!): In season 8, Cade and the sirens were POINTLESS. The brilliant Alison Scagilotti was wasted in her bit part. Alaric becomes an even bigger jerk. Tyler’s death was unnecessary. The idea of a vampire’s compulsion failing if they’re cured and become human again was extremely problematic. Stefan and Caroline: Too little, too late, writers, it doesn’t work now. And what should’ve been an epic final battle in the last episode was lackluster at best.
THERE! Complaining done, I swear!
If you’ve made it this far in the post, CONGRATULATIONS AND THANK YOU for sticking with me! I saved the best for last!
It’s time to talk about Elena and the Salvatore brothers.
Elena is, as previously mentioned, not at all like Bella Swan of Twilight. Yes, Elena is a very ordinary teenage girl, a bit too trusting and a little naive; but she’s no damsel in distress. She tries to stop her attraction to Stefan, tries to keep her friends out of danger, and the real reason she ends up in constant peril is because she’s a doppleganger — a fact out of her control and not something she caused.
In the early episodes, Elena writes frequently in her diary (hence the title), a tool she’s using to try to deal with the survivor’s guilt she feels after making it out of the car crash that took her parents’ lives. This is natural, relatable, and makes the audience immediately connect to her desire for something normal and pleasant — like a sweet love affair with Stefan.
Elena and Stefan do work well together, and they are plausible as a couple. The caring is genuine; the bond they develop feels authentic. Yes, Stefan is determined to be the sacrificial lamb if it comes down to his life or Elena’s, and that is a bit predictable. But when Stefan’s dark past comes to light, the entire thing gets turned on its head.
I liked that, after season 1’s insistence that Damon was the more dangerous brother, it turned out Stefan was in fact the Salvatore most likely to go on a murderous rampage. The irony was well-delivered, too, with the flashbacks proving Stefan always had a harder time controlling his bloodlust — and even establishing that it was in fact Stefan who pushed Damon to complete the transition to vampirism after Katherine had fed on both brothers.
This is also where the writing begins to make it clear there are hidden depths to Damon as well, and very subtly, Elena starts to realize them — though not consciously.
It isn’t a typical love triangle. The brothers have plenty of other, non-Elena problems between them. Elena has her own demons to face — finding out she’s adopted, a doppleganger, and that Klaus wants to kill her, for example — so she has to learn to be strong whether she’s with Stefan or not. (Again, the opposite of Twilight.)
Elena and Stefan’s relationship also runs a natural course; Damon is a factor, but not the only reason Elena’s feelings shift. When Stefan goes on a killing spree with Klaus, Elena maintains complete confidence that Stefan can be redeemed, brought back to his broody, caring, squirrel-munching softer self. And her belief is not unfounded, since Stefan had gone through a similar “recovery” before.
In the end, what sounds the death knell for Elena and Stefan as a couple is Stefan’s overthinking, overreacting, and overly neurotic approach; when Elena turns, Stefan doesn’t teach her how to embrace her new self (interestingly, the opposite to how he acted when Caroline turned). Stefan is so focused on not losing the Elena he knows that he overdoes urging her to live only on animal blood and just accept this is her life now. Damon gives Elena the free rein to grow as a vampire, discover what about herself still rings true and what needs some adjustment, at her own pace.
In season 4, there’s an episode where Elena tells Rebecca that Stefan has started treating her like “a project,” whereas Damon makes her feel like she can do anything. That really says it all.
Despite the fact I did like Elena and Stefan together, for me there was never any question that it was Team Damon all the way. The chemistry of these two was off the charts, and even Caroline and Matt (decidedly Team Stefan) could see it. Even Klaus and Rebecca saw it. Jeremy knew it, Bonnie knew it, even Enzo (one of the most ambivalent characters) could tell Damon-and-Elena was true love. Towards the end of season 6, Elena says to Damon, “I always find my way back to you,” and this indeed is the case.
The writers were (mostly) excellent about Elena and Damon’s relationship evolving naturally, (generally) not pushing them apart too much, nor dragging out the “which brother” drama too long. Yes, there were a couple things I wished hadn’t become canon (Alaric’s memory wipe, grrrr), but on the whole, Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore is a fictional love story for the ages.
In season 3, when Damon and Elena go to Denver to pick up Jeremy and ask him (back when he could talk to ghosts) to speak to the dead-vampire Rose, Rose tells Jeremy that she’s hoping Elena will choose Damon, not just because Elena makes Damon a better person, but because Damon brings Elena out of her shell, challenges her. It isn’t just the strongest indication yet that the writers were already making up their minds on the love triangle outcome; it perfectly encompasses why this is the couple for the win.
Sure enough, after less than a year with Damon, Elena was bolder, more confident, proud of what she had survived — and knew Damon expected nothing more of her than what was already inside her, waiting to be nurtured. And Elena’s faith in the kinder, gentler side of Damon had boosted his self-esteem and bolstered his ability to make deeper friendships with people that he struggled with before (like Bonnie). Whereas Katherine always made Damon feel inferior, Elena always pushed Damon to expect more from himself — and there were frequent hints that Damon wasn’t “just evil,” anyway. Elena’s insistence on finding the better positively affected all her friends; even the Originals were impressed by her eternal quest to highlight the good in situations or people. When she saw it in Damon, he started seeing it in him, too, and that made witnessing this blossoming romance magical.
Okay, I did it! Post done! Now you can go back to your chores or Christmas decorating or rearranging your bookshelves! A-men!
Graphic novels used to be found only in comic shops, and if anyone over the age of 12 was seen reading one, the likely reaction would be a sneer or even a laugh. Until very recently, graphic novels were considered “not real books,” and “not appropriate” for adults to consume. Honestly, I’d never even heard of the genre until I was in my mid-20s, and when I did, the connotation was mostly to comics, and debates around the legitimacy of their “literary merit.”
Fast forward to 2021, and graphic novels are absolutely having their moment in the sun. The debate has completely shifted, from rolling eyes and derisive comments to gushing and awe. Granted, the majority of the market is still concentrated among juvenile readers, but adults caught reading a GN on the bus probably won’t face social backlash anymore. Entire kids’ clubs at libraries and schools are dedicated to the GN of the month. Children are happily learning to draw in GN art style. Budding writers want to create their own GN, rather than the chapter books my generation frantically scribbled on lined paper.
None of this is as seen as bad, either, by parents, teachers, librarians, and even writers. GN have opened up a whole new world to kids who really struggled with following storylines and character motivations amidst confusing grammar rules and “proper” sentence structure. Kids who used to say they didn’t like reading are gobbling up entire GN series. Those who enjoy a good story without the obstacle of learning to apply conflicting English Language constructs have been given the most wonderful gift.
In some ways, I can’t help but wonder what took us so long.
In times past — until about the 20th century, actually — vast populations were largely illiterate, and books without any pictures at all were considered a luxury for the highly educated. While I do agree that increasing literacy rates worldwide is only a good thing, I do feel that still encouraging reading to be a coveted past time of the well-to-do will make the whole operation backfire. I mean, any middle class bookdragon in 2021 KNOWS how much new hardcovers cost, and that this is why our TBRs will haunt us until we die, and this is a major reason we spend a good deal of our spare time crying. Anyway, interestingly, despite much more ink being used to create graphic novels, GN tend to be priced a little more reasonably, especially for kids. And when you’re the parent of a voracious reader, this is a big plus.
Also, humans are visual creatures. There’s a very good reason movies and television are so popular — most people can more easily visualize a story rather than picture it all in their mind’s eye while having it told to them or reading the words. It’s why art that, historically, also told the tale of everything from religions to laws was so important to our ancestors. People who say they have a hard time picturing what characters look like when they’re reading a non-illustrated book don’t show a lack of intelligence; this is just one of those interesting ways our brains are wired. I have an extremely difficult time while reading figuring out how this character looks, or what color those curtains truly are, or what that breed of dog is because I’ve simply never seen the word spelled out in print before. Adjectives are hard, man.
So, while it’s undeniable that graphic novels are totally having a moment right now, the next question is: What does this mean for the future of the genre?
Will we start seeing GN on the elementary school curriculum? Maybe even middle and high schoolers could take advantage of the adapted classics? Perhaps more colleges will start offering courses in illustration and animation?
At the library, we can’t seem to order new graphic novel series fast enough to keep up with the demand among young patrons. More and more picture books are taking on a format similar to GN — such as speech bubbles above characters’ heads, rather than sentences of third person narration at the bottom of the page — which shows that other parts of the publishing industry are taking notice of GN’s wave-making.
I also wonder if this trend could mean we start to see more adult animated films being made — not in the lame (not sorry) fashion of Adult Swim, but rather in the way Japanese anime has an entire genre devoted to films and TV shows of grown-up content and storyline. And I don’t just mean R-rated stuff; I mean simply rom-coms with some inneundos and action with a little more violence than we’re comfortable watching with our 15-year-olds. I’d watch well-animated versions of Shakespeare and Austen and Dickens — and I’m probably not the only one.
But, we all know that trends can be over in a hot minute, or may, paradoxically, take quite a while to truly catch on. Maybe the bandwagon won’t get crowded right away. Maybe those of us who want to see graphic novels pave the way for a whole lot of things will just need to exercise patience.
Whatever the future of the genre will be, I have a feeling we’re just at the start of something.
Hello everyone! Long time, no see! I ended up taking not an intentional break from blogging, but it became inevitable, and good for me. To begin with, I was intent on trying to get my final draft of Volume 4 FINALLY FINISHED BECAUSE FINALLY MUST ONE DAY FINALLY ARRIVE. Ahem. And then I got a nasty cold the week before Thanksgiving, and was really out of commission for many regular things, so taking on additional (unnecessary) tasks was simply not advised. Anyway, now I am doing better, and hope you all had a lovely holiday!
And now, it’s time to broach the subject that will almost certainly get me into trouble, but that I feel is kind of overdue for discussion here. A few years ago, I did write a blog post detailing why I felt it was not only totally acceptable but also beneficial for adults to read YA and children’s fiction. So, I swear I’m not throwing myself — or many of my blogging friends — under the bus when I say what I’m about to say:
I do believe I’m done reading YA fiction. Okay, probably not done in the way people give up a bad habit or a negative thing — first and foremost, because I stand by THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ADULTS READING YA, and also, because there are surely future publications aimed at the under-18 audience that I will stumble upon and be drawn to. BUT, in the last several months, I’ve been noticing stuff about the genre, and about myself as a reader in this stage of my life (post-The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything) that has tipped me off to impending shifts in my literary consumption.
One: I can handle familiar plots, character tropes, and recycled settings. When I can’t relate to the content itself anymore, that’s a red flag for boredom and dissatisfaction.
I’ve made no secret of how old I am, and memories of high school amount to the lingering sense of dull, repetitive days that I generally daydreamed through — without the frenemy drama that apparently every teenager in the 21st century goes through. The internet wasn’t even a thing yet (and nobody had to turn their phones off in class, because their phones were all wired up to their kitchen counters), so to say that in some ways I will simply never understand the world of screaming adolescent fanfiction, texting your bestie at 2 a.m., and shopping for your prom dress via Amazon is a huge understatement. I do have an 18-year-old child, I am quite aware of present teen lifestyle and mentality. But, in the same way that kids today just won’t grasp “Be Kind, Please Rewind,” I merely remain out of the loop when it comes to contemporary YA fiction.
Two: Being expected to feel invested about subjects I’m just not invested in means I do not, er, invest.
I’m an only child. I’ve always been an only child. While most of the people around me do have siblings, I simply don’t, and therefore the brother or sister character that almost always comes as part of the YA package (whether it be contemporary, historical, or fantasy) has begun to grate on me. Yes, sibling relationships are even an important part of my own writing! But since most people do have brothers and/or sisters (my own kids included!), I knew having “too many” only children characters would not feel realistic to readers. But for me, as a reader, diving into the latest teenage sibling rivalrytends to feel like “going back” to high school for the hundredth time — I am over it.
Three: While I appreciate the excitement and ooey-gooeyness of first love, I cannot keep reading about it again and again and again.
First love is SUCH a hardcore part of any YA series, and while it tends to be a touchstone for publishers and many adults are convinced it’s age-appropriate, here are the cold, hard facts: Most kids experience their first crush in middle school, NOT the age of 16, and the relationship is NOT marriage material. Kids worried about acne and braces and how to spell the words for intimate anatomical parts will NOT be having epic love stories. The trend in YA since about 2010, that every first love is perfect and “fated to be” and will survive the infamous love triangle (with the “correct” person picked every time!) is LUDICROUS. I am SOOOO done with that part of it, too.
The final verdict is: I definitely feel over YA, at least for the foreseeable future.For very good reasons, and this is a solid decision I can — and should — feel confident about.
The next question, naturally, becomes: What do I read now? Luckily I am building up to my annual Barnes & Noble splurge, and I’ve already elected (autism efficiency for the win!) to explore the cozy paranormal section, which has grown tremendously in recent years, and provides a nice mix of fluff and relatable substance, while certainly maintaining the escapism I beg my reading material for. Most of these authors write long series as well, so I’ll have plenty to sink my 2022 literary teeth into! I’m already looking forward to new characters I’ll meet, tropes I may fall for, and the awaiting adventures! Here’s to new horizons!
Good afternoon! While I’m a self-proclaimed wuss and avoider of many frightening things, I do enjoy the sense of possibility that falls into the air (ha, second pun of the post!) during this time of year. I like autumn and agree that the increasingly chilly days and colorful leaves do create a slightly skin-tingling atmosphere. So, I do skirt the creepier and gorier aspects some folks indulge in through October; but I’ll also be having fun with light-hearted takes on legends and folklore, and I always enjoy a well-thought-out good-vs-evil plotline.
Here are some of my favorites to recommend for the spooky season:
An oldie but still a goodie, Hocus Pocus stands the test of time for campy Halloween entertainment with heart. This originally came out when — ahem — I was still trick-or-treating, so finding it on some streaming services may be difficult, and a TV repeat broadcast or a rented DVD will probably be your best bet for viewing. But it’s worth it for some fictional witchy flair and fun. There are enough eerie or kind of icky elements that I do suggest not turning this on if you have kids under 10 (and I’m pretty sure it’s a PG rating). Generally, though, Hocus Pocus will be a laugh for most of the family; curling up on the couch under a cozy blanket with popcorn and apple cider will definitely help set the mood!
Despite not being set near Halloween, nor even in autumn, Coraline is one of the spookiest tales around. Based on the Neil Gaiman novel, this story of a girl who finds another world hidden behind the walls of her house and has to escape its unexpected perils is delightful and chilling. I love the voice acting and characters and THE CAT in this inventively-animated film. Again, don’t let very small ones at Coraline until they’re almost ready for middle school. And you may want to have your own cat ready to protect you from the Other Mother…
Also not directly related to Halloween, but rather focusing on the Day of the Dead, The Book of Life is cute, charming, silly, just a little spooky, and heartwarming all at once. It’s part historical, part musical, part folklore, part animated fun (with one of the dang cutest pet pigs EVER). There’s a love triangle and some spirits meddling in human affairs, and ultimately a happy ending.
Another Day of the Dead film — though with a very different premise and different presentation of the afterlife from The Book of Life — Coco focuses on family and coming to terms with life not going the way you’d hoped. This movie surprised the wombats out of me; I really wasn’t expecting very much at all, and everything from the visuals to the story to the characters impressed. One note: Since the passed-on loved ones are depicted as skeletons, if you have kids who get the shivers from cartoon bones, you might want to pass on the otherwise lovely-and-charming Coco for now.
Definitely just for adults, Midnight Mass is not an action-packed or quick-paced series, but it is SO GOOD. There is some gore, some creepiness, and I will absolutely warn about that one part with all the animal death (ugh, at least it only happens once). But if you’re a fan of horror and the supernatural, this is a MUST WATCH. Most of the storytelling strength is in the dialogue and character growth and photography (there’s hardly any CGI, and the old-school effects DO NOT disappoint). Expect major chunks of these episodes to be discussions on faith and tragic backstories, but it is all beautifully crafted, and it all feels relevant while slowly revealing the bigger plot. The ending nearly brought me to tears, and this show will stick with me for quite a while.
Totally forget about the horrible excuse for a movie entitled “Hellboy” that was released in 2019 — the 2004 film with Ron Perlman in the lead role is where it’s at, baby. It’s PG-13, with some more intense parts (I mean, we are talking about Nazi experiments and necromancy and black magic here), but there’s still a good dose of comic relief and characters you can root for. Some of the action gets rather violent, and the monsters are definitely borderline scary, but most grownups who like the genre (Lovecraft-Lite meets Catholic-ish-lore) will be okay with that, and enjoy this entertaining take.
And there we have it! Now I can go back to hiding under the covers with my plush Baby Yoda! Happy autumn, everyone!