I have nothing bookish to discuss with you today. I mean, I’m reading and thinking about books and things, but I’ve got nothing coherent enough to constitute a post. I’m writing a post anyway because I feel like it. Here are things that have been going on in the swirling mass that is my brain of late.
1. I recently watched The Conjuring against my better judgement. It was Halloween, we had friends over, I am highly susceptible to peer pressure. I proceeded to have a nightmare that night in which I was conducting an exorcism and my prayers were having no effect… Because they weren’t in Latin. I woke up lamenting my monolingual status more than usual, and questioning why the Vatican would have phased out Latin if it were an essential ingredient in exorcisms.
2. In other news, last night I saw an animal on the sidewalk and for a split second, I believed with every fiber of my being that it was a monkey. Until I remembered that I LIVE IN ILLINOIS and monkeys are not a native species, nor are they a common house pet. It turned out to be a tabby cat… Or it was Professor McGonagall playing a trick on me. Always a possibility. That Minerva. Ten points to Gryffindor, you prankster, you.
3. Speaking of McGonagall, I’m planning to join The Estella Society’s Potter Binge over the next couple of months. I’ll probably put together reactionary posts as I re-read and/or re-listen because HP is so ubiquitous there’s no real danger of subjecting anyone to spoilers. I doubt it’ll be very coherent, and will probably consist of bulleted lists full of SHOUTY CAPITALS and exclamation points!!! Which is wholly unlike everything else I write. (Wah waaaaaaaaah.)
4. I realized that I kind of hate animal print. I feel like I need to clarify the term “animal print” because my friend Joules has a top with these tiny elephants on it that is the cutest thing ever. That is NOT the animal print I’m talking about. I’m talking prints that resemble the pelts and skins of various animals. I don’t dislike people who like animal print or cringe when I see people wearing it, but it’s not something I’d incorporate into my own wardrobe. I own very little that’s not striped or a solid color. My closet is basically a billiards table.
So Bookworms. Give me an update. What’s been going on with you? Had any weird dreams lately? Been punked by a fictional character? Inquiring minds want to know!
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