Day 05 - A show you hate

Oh dear, this is not going to make me very popular. "Hate" is a big word, but I really, really, really don't like Doctor Who. I understand it is a British national treasure, and I'm truly sorry, but that's the way it is ( Read more... )

So. Last episode of Ashes to Ashes tonight. I have basically let the whole of series 3 wash over me because I was getting more confused by the week, but I did enjoy reading other people's whacky theories. I must say I was pretty amazed at how much of it turned out to be correct ( Read more... )

Well, I managed to complete the R.I.P. Challenge by the skin of my teeth, or, as the literal and more appropriate translation of the Dutch saying goes, by hanging and strangling ( Read more... )

When I first saw the announcements for Carl's R.I.P. IV I thought, "Nooooo! Go away, I don't want to know about it yet! It's still summer here!" but barely a week later the weather has definitely changed. We have had more rain, the temperature has dropped several degrees (in my house too, finally!), and I'm slowly getting in the mood for autumn, ( Read more... )

Well, what do you know. After yesterday's moaning I came home today to find two parcels waiting for me, one from the Book Depository and one from Persephone Books. I was particularly pleased to see the latter. Persephone is a small publisher and, as I said, I wouldn't have liked to ask for yet another replacement, especially since they had been ( Read more... )

Today What Was Lost arrived from the Book Depository, the UK edition with the original cover illustration. Many people seem to dislike it, but it happens to be my favourite of all the different covers I've seen. I can actually imagine Kate looking like that, something I can't with the girl in the American cover's photograph. Inside the American ( Read more... )

Yesterday I finished book #6, The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. I liked it, but not as much as I did Coraline.


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Book #3, His Mouth Will Taste of Wormwood and other stories, reconfirmed my idea that Poppy Z. Brite is not an author for me. I do not want to read graphic descriptions of decay, rotting corpses and burrowing maggots. Gore makes me nauseous. The last of the four stories, "How to Get Ahead in New York", was the least unpleasant, and that is the ( Read more... )

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Unfortunately the weather on 'Koninginnedag' (30 April) was not half as good as predicted, but Sunday was warm and glorious. In the morning I went for a walk in the park. In the afternoon I first watched an energetic Franz Ferdinand concert on TV, recorded live at Pinkpop last year (I really must buy their CD), and when the sun had left my garden I ( Read more... )