Feeling a bit uninspired this week, so I shall continue my commentary on The Goblet of Fire.
I’ve been slowly working my way through the Chronicles of Narnia. “Slowly” being, I started over a year ago and I’m about halfway through The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.
I’m also reading Goblet of Fire. This is my fourth read of the series, but I wouldn’t call this “working my way through,” as for almost two years now, I’ve just been in a perpetual state of reading Harry Potter.
I saw a post recently that said, “Every fandom has that one character that just didn’t deserve it.” For example, Harry Potter has Remus Lupin.
I’m currently working my way through the series for the fourth time. I just finished reading Prisoner of Azkaban, and boy, do I have some opinions.
(Spoilers, spoilers, blah, blah, blah.)
A much more articulate review of the new movie than my disjointed fangirling, and a much more beautiful lesson.
As I sit here this evening – I am overwhelmed with words and emotion and yet unsure how to express either. Days ago, I walked into a movie theater to view a movie I had been excited about since I had first heard it was in the works. Beauty and the Beast. I was 15 years old when the animated version came out. I remember watching it with my sister when she was home on break from college. I remember at the time feeling so moved by such a beautiful movie. The story hit me personally somehow; the music moved me; the characters impacted me. I remember even then thinking – how can this beautifully crafted cartoon have such an affect on me? So to say that I was both excited and nervous about the live action version is a bit understated. Excited to revisit a favorite in a new…
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Although I was introduced to the concept of Disney princesses fairly late in my childhood, Beauty and the Beast is probably my favorite of the lot. I mean, have you seen that library?