Mari really needs to find a new system in writing her blog posts, because trying to get everything done in a weekend clearly does not work. Maybe once she stops bingeing all the seasons of Game of Thrones she might finally find a bit of normalcy…
Then again, maybe not. But at least she’s trying and that’s what counts, right?
Anyway, I slipped on my March reading a bit, but I did get a few things in before I started my nightly TV binges. I might as well tear off the bandaid now and get the books I didn’t like over with.
Honestly, I picked up A Simple Favor solely because I adore Anna Kendrick and I so wanted to see the movie the book was based on. Between Kendrick and Henry Golding and Blake mothaheffing Lively, this movie was totally going to be something I’d watch. Unfortunately, the book itself tanked for me. By the end of it, I was really wishing the whole mystery behind Emily’s disappearance was that she was formerly a hitwoman whose past finally caught up to her, and her businessman-husband knew none the wiser because he’s the perfect “I’m always busy and traveling” type of husband. Ugh. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING IF THIS WAS THE CASE. (Note: Fanfiction anyone?! I’m totally welcoming this.)
That being said, I highly recommend the movie for its dark and comedic nature. Like, seriously, I didn’t think I’d be entertained by a mom vlog until Anna Kendrick’s Stephanie made it fun. Though honestly my main takeaway from the movie–and the entire story itself–was how to make a perfect gin martini.
The next book was something my friend and I discussed as an option to read for our podcast, Fableulous Retellings (which, I know, I know, one of the things I need to get back to updating at some point, along with my life), and at the time I was really committed to reading something that was an Orpheus and Eurydice tie-in. I mean, honestly, you don’t get too many of those retellings, right?
Lord almighty, help my soul. I swear I’m not trying to hate on magical realism, but it’s really hard to find a good one that doesn’t make me cringe like most of magical realism books. I mean, come on, I do enjoy Gaiman at least. He’s magical realism, right? As is Patrick Ness for the most part, right?