I have a pretty firm rule about not going to blockbuster movies on their opening weekends, because hell is other people, especially in local cinemas, but I might break it for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I liked the third installment because it actually seemed like a movie instead of a staged reading (and with Jim Dale doing such fine work with the audio books, why settle for Chris Columbus?), and the reviews indicate that that’s even more true this time around.
***
Okay, so the plot of Banana Sunday didn’t hold together perfectly from beginning to end. I’ll still read it over and over, because I would seriously consider hiring Go-Go as my life coach. “Donuts are friends! Friends!”
***
I sometimes forget that I’m not the only nerd in my relationship. We were sitting around reading, and my partner came to the end of one of the science-fiction paperbacks he favors (the second part of a trilogy), and he stood up and said, “We’re going to the bookstore now.” (Thank you, Karen Traviss.)
Since for once I didn’t initiate the trip, I decided I was allowed to indulge myself and got the new Paul Gravett book. Retail rationalization is one of my best events.
***
Did the first volume of Nana show up anywhere else? I thought I’d pre-ordered it through the comic shop, but it didn’t arrive, and it wasn’t on the shelf at the bookstore, either.