Coraline, by Neil Gaiman
just finished, and although there’s probably no way i could love the movie any more then i already do, the book made me appreciate the movie even more so. I mean besides the obvious, like the visuals and the additions/changes etc- but the way Selick reinterpreted was amazing-to me at least.
Idk, reading the book, the Other Mother is trying to tempt Coraline to stay with her forever, but this world that she’s created for Coraline is hardly tempting what so ever. Everything is a really poor knock off of her life. It’s dark and creepy and scary. And i know it’s supposed to be, and that’s good! But in the movie , you watch Coraline go through the tunnel into this beautiful dreamy landscape where everything is ( seemingly ) 100 times better and more vibrant and beautiful and interesting. For me it was more interesting because you see Coraline confronted with the propisition of what she would have to do if she wanted to stay, and even though it’s obvious she would say no, there’s still a small shred of the offer being tempting. Plus with everything having been so beautiful, the climax where the world in which the Other Mother has created starts to show it’s true nature seems all the more terrifying. To me at least.
I have spent almost five years on tumblr
Waiting for some
To fucking understand this.
Thank you, kirschke. Thank you so much.
I remeber this dude that was trying to talk to me who i suspected was kind of a herb confirmed my suspicion when he used that exact argument for ”Lolita” as a story about a man being victimized, destroyed and seduced by a young girl and I was just like, uhm No, thats really not it at all.
LeVar Burton on why Reading Rainbow got cancelled.
Hint: You can directly blame the Bush II administration for it.
Fostering a love of learning is so fundamental to teaching students how to read that I just don’t understand this line of thinking. My students really hate to read because they find it difficult and because they find it difficult and have no encouragement, they don’t read and therefore don’t get any practice or improve. It’s just a never-ending cycle.
Ten Rules for Writers by Zadie Smith
1. When still a child, make sure you read a lot of books. Spend more time doing this than anything else.
2. When an adult, try to read your own work as a stranger would read it, or even better, as an enemy would.
3. Don’t romanticise your “vocation”. You can either write good sentences or you can’t. There is no “writer’s lifestyle”. All that matters is what you leave on the page.
4. Avoid your weaknesses. But do this without telling yourself that the things you can’t do aren’t worth doing. Don’t mask self-doubt with contempt.
5. Leave a decent space of time between writing something and editing it.
6. Avoid cliques, gangs, groups. The presence of a crowd won’t make your writing any better than it is.
7. Work on a computer that is disconnected from the internet.
8. Protect the time and space in which you write. Keep everybody away from it, even the people who are most important to you.
9. Don’t confuse honours with achievement.
10. Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand – but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.
via The Guardian
In a Dark, Dark room and other Scary Stories By Alvin Schwartz, illustrated by Dirk Zimmer
loved this book as a kid!
Finally finished this, and tbh i couldn’t close the book fast enough. Nothing against the author, i just couldn’t really sympathize or sometimes even care about the things Wasserstein was going through. When you read an autobiography about a woman of color that struggled against abuse, rape, gang life and addiction to graduate the top of her class regardless and then read about the ” troubles ” of a white woman born into (and then continued to live a life) of privilege, it just doesn’t really compare. Overall i was bored and indifferent to this account of Wasserstein and her life.
Not for nothing, she was kinda shady too. There’s a part where they’re talking about how she was supposed to help a friend ( i think it was William Ivey Long if i remember correctly ) wash these costumes for a play he had made them for and he was trying to impress some big wig in the audience that night or wtvr. So she’s like oh yeah i got it, drops them off at the dry cleaners, then decides to go have dinner with a friend. By the time they’re done the fuckin dry cleaners is closed and this poor guy had nothing to put out on stage.
I really wouldn’t recommend the book unless you were a big fan of her plays i guess.
The new kid in school needs a new name! Or does she?
Being the new kid in school is hard enough, but what about when nobody can pronounce your name? Having just moved from Korea, Unhei is anxious that American kids will like her. So instead of introducing herself on the first day of school, she tells the class that she will choose a name by the following week. Her new classmates are fascinated by this no-name girl and decide to help out by filling a glass jar with names for her to pick from. But while Unhei practices being a Suzy, Laura, or Amanda, one of her classmates comes to her neighborhood and discovers her real name and its special meaning. On the day of her name choosing, the name jar has mysteriously disappeared. Encouraged by her new friends, Unhei chooses her own Korean name and helps everyone pronounce it —Yoon-Hey.
A lot of my PoC immigrant friends would have needed this book when they were young. You can purchase the book here.
Looks very cute and positive. Most of my own childhood memories concerning my name at school have to do with fighting those who mocked it and having it mispronounced by teachers.