...Into Something Beautiful

You know, you know I love you so

Okay. You didn't come here to re-read nonsense lyrics that play in my head all the time. You came to read something and be entertained. Let me help you with that. ;)

Five places that don't exist but should:

1. Willy Wonka's chocolate factory: Complete with glass elevator, chocolate river(and waterfall), boiled-sweet boat and assorted sugar plants and trees and things. Just imagine the awesomeness.

2. Jurassic Park(duh): The safe version with electrified fences and everything, please. I want to go and gawk like a silly tourist. It'd be so cool.

3. The magical city of Camorr, from 'The Lies of Locke Lamora': Canals, like Venice, but so much better, because it has pretty glass bridges, which shine with an eerie and beautiful light at dusk. Locke himself still living there would be an added bonus. :D(sigh. must I have crushes on fictional characters?)

4. Discworld: Enough said.

5. Venice from 'The Thief Lord'  Oh, wait, that one does exist. Silly me.

5. The Minecraft world: Because I said so. And because pixelated cake is super-delicious. And blocky pigs can be set on fire.(Does that count towards me being an evil person?)

Love, love, love always

Katze

Bibliophilia

Hi,

It's been so long since I last wrote a blog post that I've almost forgotten how.

This one is, as ever, for myself.

I've been reading like a maniac, and I've come to several conclusions:

1. I don't like Raymond E. Feist, though his name is rather ...inspiring. Just the right amount of mysteriousness with the 'E' and a hint of magic with the last name. But I was un-awed by his first book, Magician, in spite of which I ended up reading the whole thing(Thank you, Mr. Feist, for giving me Arutha conDoin, though. He was the first--and possibly only--character I really, really loved in Magician.) Silverthorn, his second offering, hurt my brain, and not in the o-m-g-this-is-fantastic kind of way. I left it halfway. I-I!  had to leave a book halfway. Imagine my pain.(Though I'm yet to complete A Tale of Two Cities, I'm afraid.)

2. I am still in love with Terry Pratchett, and the girl who is Aching all over. ;) I recently came across this amazing book:

And, once again, I am in love. It's a fantastic book, going far beyond the usual funny, witty fare, with loveable characters and strange, yet oddly familiar devices and settings. No, this one has got an amazing sort-of whodunit and whathehellisgoingon vibe that really just kills it, you know, no disrespect to the surfer dudes or whoever that I've stolen that phrase from. I can't wait to read the sequel, Making Money.

-No really. Let me leave this blog post to go read it right this instant.-

3. I also am awed and amazed by the master storyteller who is Neil Gaiman. Respect. Nothing else can be said. I read Coraline recently, and I wonder how something about a child's seemingly perfectly harmless imaginary adventures could be made to be so creepy. But I think that might be it: what is harmless for a child, in its dreams, can inspire much more creeping-up-your-spine terror than anything an adult can ever come up with. Coraline is one of the few books whose movie I've seen before I read the book, but I loved the movie(Henry Selick classic that it is :D) and so I was enthusiastic about picking up the book.

This is the scariest thing. Ever:

And now I really think I should finish up this post, since I have places to be and things to do, and one absent team member, and one pissed-off one. Cheerio!