Monday, April 28, 2014

"If your eyes could speak, what would they say?"

In which I fangirl

I'm sure y'all know how it feels when your favorite book has been turned into a movie. There's joy, hope, and trepidation in this. The joy? "Oh my goodness, my favorite book is going to be a MOVIE!!!!" The hope? Self-explainatory. The trepidation? "If they get this part wrong..." 
And then there's the time where you see the movie. There are two types of movies based off books. The bad ones, and the good ones. The good ones are almost perfect, fulfilling everything you hoped. And the bad ones? Well, let's just say they get everything wrong and go ahead and give an example of a horrible movie based off an awesome book.
Walt Disney's The Black Cauldron

This movie? Horrible! The book? Amazing! Some movies just don't live up to their potential.

But, on the good movie scale... Well, here's the movie I'm most likely going to fangirl about, and the reason I'm writing this post.
*drumroll*
This movie is beautiful. The book was beautiful. I sobbed while reading the book, and while watching the movie.
The actors and actresses were wonderful. This may be the best movie I've seen based off the book in a long time.
Actually, it is the best movie I've seen based off a book in a long time.
If you haven't read the book...

YOU POOR PERSON. I will have to give you some of the book....

If that doesn't make you want to read the book... that's just sad.


You want to read the book now, right???
It's wonderful. Beautiful. Sad. 
And it's worth a read!!!!!
So go on my friends.... Read this wonderful book.
Then go watch the movie.

Your somewhat errant blogger,
-Ryebrynn


The extraordinary #1 New York Times bestseller that is now a major motion picture, Markus Zusak's unforgettable story is about the ability of books to feed the soul.

It is 1939. Nazi Germany. The country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier, and will become busier still.

Liesel Meminger is a foster girl living outside of Munich, who scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement. 

In superbly crafted writing that burns with intensity, award-winning author Markus Zusak, author of I Am the Messenger, has given us one of the most enduring stories of our time.


Skillfully pared down from Markus Zusak's celebrated young adult novel, The Book Thief presents a somewhat sanitized glimpse of Nazi Germany and the war from the uniquely innocent view of an adolescent girl. At first the perspective seems to be from the narrator, a bored, yet amused voice we learn is Death, presumably taking a brief holiday to comment on the experience of young Liesel (Sophie Nélisse) and the evolving disruptions around her. After Liesel is separated from her brother and mother in sharp and unsettling fashion, she lands at the home of protective, penurious foster parents Hans and Rosa Hubermann (Geoffrey Rush and Emily Watson) in a small village somewhere in the picturesque German countryside. When she's teased at school for being illiterate, the kindly Hans makes a fun project of teaching her to read. Rosa is a persnickety presence for both of them, but it's mainly a façade as the couple embrace Liesel tighter even as the situation around them grows more dire. At a Nazi book burning a horrified Liesel surreptitiously snatches a random volume from the flames. The wife of the local Bürgermeister is the only one who notices, and she compassionately allows Liesel to visit her dead son's library, where she soon earns the movie's title moniker. Liesel's newfound love of literature begins informing her actions as more is revealed about the Hubermanns and the toll of wartime village life becomes more desperate. Liesel makes two friends who are vague romantic draws--her thoughtful, rebellious neighbor Rudy, and Max, the Jewish son of a man to whom Hans owes his life. The Hubermanns risk everything by hiding Max, a shining light of idealized nobility for Liesel. The Book Thief is lackadaisical and episodic, with an affecting spirit brought to life by all the performances and the exceptional period detail. Rush is superb as a lovable, complicated man, as is Watson, whose stern manner is only a mask. Nélisse steals the show, along with many hearts, by portraying Liesel as a malleable force whose passivity develops into nascent intensity as she grows up with the horrible changes unfolding around her. Death has a place, and not just as a commentator. But the villainy of Nazism and shadow of the Holocaust evades center stage as an overriding focus of this moving story. Less a tearjerker than a tear-tugger, The Book Thief steals heartfelt emotion, though it will mostly be gladly given. The first-rate score is by John Williams, taking a break from Steven Spielberg's production ensemble for the first time in a long while.

The reason behind the blog post title...
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NOTE: The book does have some cussing, so if your parents have rules against books with cussing, don't read it.

(Okay, NOW the post is over)

Thursday, April 10, 2014

"When we get home, I'm going to eat roast beef."

In which my blog post title has nothing to do with my post

I suppose y'all have been wondering if I am indeed still alive. Me, alive? A horrendous thought indeed. Awhile back, it was decided by me and a certain red-head that I'm not alive, nor am I dead. I'm mostly alive. *tips hat to Pathfinder* 
But I am here, so I must be alive enough to type... And I still have enough imagination to write novels, and sound not-robotic in a conversation....
Mostly alive indeed. What have I been up to... Hm... That's what a blog post is supposed to be, correct? 
Well, I had a surprise birthday party. 
And there's a highly dangerous sickness going around.
And I may have to leave the country soon. 
Anyway, I got stuff for my birthday.
And balloons.
Canadian ones.
And I may not blog for awhile, but I started a short story. Or maybe it's a novella. Or maybe it's a fail. I don't exactly know, but I'm willing to share the prologue with y'all on the terms that y'all remember it might be a fail, so the prologue may be all of it you ever read. 
One maybe fail prologue coming up :)

PROLOGUE
An Interrupted Peace

“And how is my favorite blossom?” Mark's voice startled me, and I whirled to face him.
I pursed my lips and sat upon the bench, folding my hands neatly in my lap and looking up on him.
“I have just come from your father,” Mark said, a gloating smirk on his lips. He crossed his arms across his chest.
My mind figured it out before Mark even told me. “He granted you permission to marry me,” I blurted out, and Mark laughed.
“Yes, my dear blossom,” he said, “your father seems to care more about land than the... happiness of his daughter.” the words came like a kick to my stomach. My mind swirled with the impossibility. Father had always cared; why not now? “What did you offer him?”
“Exactly what he wanted.” Mark said, shrugging.
I stiffened as he approached, and then sat upon the bench beside me.
“You think land will buy a wife, Mark,” I hissed, “and perhaps it may, but it will not buy you me.”
“I'm afraid that is where you are wrong, my dear blossom,” Mark said, “it has already bought you me.”
Mark brought his hands up under my chin, tilting my head to face him. His face hovered closer, and I guessed his intent. I punched him hard in the gut, then stood. “Do not try that again, sir,” I said, and then turned and took my leave of the garden.
I may have gone out to my haven for peace, but that peace had been interrupted, and it was a peace I could not regain, after Mark's news.
And it was after Mark's news that I knew what I was to do.
I was going to run away.

Aaanywaaay.... I like the text. And the MC. :P
Have I mentioned my kitty is very cute? She really is. ;) 

Thanks for reading. 
Go ahead, comment away. Also, what movie or T.V. show is the quote I used for the blog title from? Go ahead and guess! :)

-Ryebrynn