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Rethinking Knowledge


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Too Big To Know by David Weinberger certainly does give a person something to think about. If the book title doesn’t intrigue you, move on to the subtitle:

Rethinking Knowledge
Now That the Facts Aren’t the Facts,
Experts Are Everywhere,
and the Smartest Person in the Room
Is the Room

 I think entire college course could be dedicated to the subtitle alone.

Speaking of colleges, specifically universities, it makes sense Weinberger is the person to write a book about how the Internet has impacted our knowledge since he is a Senior Researcher at Harvard University’s Berkman Center for the Internet & Society.  He knows what he is talking about when it comes to the Internet and how it is shaping our thinking, and that’s what this book is all about: how  the Internet is reshaping our thinking.

From the inside book flap:

We used to know how to know.  We got our answers from books or experts.  We’d nail down the facts and move on.  But in the Internet age, knowledge has moved onto networks.  There’s more knowledge than ever, of course, but its different. (emphasis added)

It is different.  It’s instant.  And we all know from downing ramen, micro meals, and breakfast in a glass, that instant is not better–it’s quicker, yes, but overall it lacks something in the quality aspect of satisfaction.

Let’s wind up the Victrola, please….Back in my day (yada yada).  But it’s true, back in school, you know prior to the ’80s and desktop computers and Internet access, a student had to GO to the library and look up information in almanacs, encyclopedias, and in expert-crafted tomes of knowledge.  I don’t think our school library even owns an encyclopedia set anymore.  Librarian: Just go look it up on the computer.  In fact, I think the school library has become a computer lab adorned with fiction, since the non-fiction is ignored and passed over for the Internet click instead.

After reading Weinberger’s book I feel my long held opinion is validated: we are becoming stupider. I tell my students all the time how our brain is a muscle.  If we don’t exercise our muscles they atrophy.  I know my brain is getting flabby.  One example is my lack of data bank of memorized phone numbers.  Why should I when I can speed dial?  Yet, before I rant about the overkill of technology and how it is breeding a stupider instead of brainer society let me let Weinberger point out his thoughts:

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The Internet is an unedited mash of rumor, gossips, and lies.  It splinters our attention and spells the end of reflective, long-form thought…Everyone with any stupid idea has a megaphone as big as that of educated, trained people. We form “echo chambers” online and actually encounter fewer challenges to our thinking than we did during the broadcast era.  Google is degrading our memories.  Google is making us stupid.  The Internet loves fervid, cult-driven amateurs and drives professionals out of business.

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Before we pack up our Macs, trade in our iPhones, and blast Microsoft and totally castigate technology, let’s step back, take a breath and rethink knowledge. Here is the big question: how much do we need to know?  This is what Weinberger explores throughout his book.

In Chapter Nine he brings up the million dollar question: Are the changes in knowledge good or bad?  I dunno–are they?  All I know is what I learned and most of my learning has come from reading, not from zipping and schlipping and sedgwaying my way across the knowledge-littered frontier of cyber space.  I feel drained and mentally fatigued after I have spent an hour kibitzing on the computer.  Kind of like eating a bag of Cheetos when I should have been eating a salad but didn’t want to take the time to create something nutritious.  The analogy tie is that although Cheetos could be considered food it doesn’t have a lasting effect when it comes to nourishment; it’s not at all like savoring a lovely garden salad laden with veggies and topped with sunflower seeds.  Seeking information via the Internet for me, most of the time, is eating a bag of Cheetos.  I keep eating, but I’m still hungry even after the bag is done.  Books are salad in that the bulk goes down and stays down and feeds the body (lettuce and pages–it works).

All I can say is the whole “Is the Internet enlivening or depriving our brains” question brings me back to the short story By the Waters of Babylon”  Do you know the passage I’m alluding to? The one where the protagonist looks around at the remains of the once great society and wonders, “Did they eat their knowledge too fast?”

It makes me wonder–are we eating our knowledge too fast?

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Happy Towel Day!


It’s Towel Day.  But you knew that, didn’t you?  If you didn’t know this, then dash over to the linen closet and quickly grab one off the shelf.  You never know when you will need your towel.  Douglas Adams had insights about towels, which is why he inserted the need for towels in his Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. If you haven’t read the book, at least check out the movie.  No time for the movie? Well, goodness sakes,then you might consider taking a peek at the trailer. 

 

 

Serious Nonsense


Jasper Fforde is a seriously funny writer.  And while that statement constitutes a bit of oxymoronic thought, it is indeed true.  Fforde has basically resumed where Douglas Adams left off when it comes to creating parallel worlds that address some serious issues veiled in nonsensical prose.  Fforde and Adams are the grown-up literature of choice for those who appreciate Alice in Wonderland, yet want something not found shelved in the juvenile section of the library.

A librarian recommended Fforde to me last year knowing I was an English teacher and a voracious reader (i.e. Book Booster).  I began with The Eyre AffairHarboring a soft spot for capable, tenacious heroines, who nevertheless possess vulnerability, I consumed the entire series.  Moving on to the next Fforde offerings, I can’t say I embraced his Nursery Crime books; truthfully, I did not get beyond the first chapter.  When Shades of Grey (not that Shades of Grey) came out, I checked it out only to return it being far too busy with other projects and such to dedicate time to it.  Then came the warmth of late spring.  Aah–hammock weather.  I found time for Fforde.

I could spin out a satisfactory summary, yet why not let the invented wheel roll?  Here’s what GoodReads has to say: 

Shades of Grey 1: The Road to High Saffron

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Stunningly imaginative, very funny, tightly plotted, and with sly satirical digs at our own society, this novel is for those who loved Thursday Next but want to be transported somewhere equally wild, only darker; a world where the black and white of moral standpoints have been reduced to shades of grey.

This is the first in the series and it ended with quite a cliffhanger.  Now that school is almost out and the drowsy days (and the cozy hammock) beckon me, I look forward to continuing my found Fforde series.  I do like a good series.

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Nifty Fifty


Ta-dah! This marks my fiftieth post and to commemorate the event here are some random fifty trivia bits.

1.  This weekend my community celebrates Lost in the Fifties.  It’s a weekend where people dress up in poodle skirts and 501’s and saddle shoes and watch a parade of old-time cars go by.  There’s a street dance and a big dance at the fairgrounds with bands that are mock-fifty era sounding.  Doesn’t sound like much, but it’s a biggie for tourist bucks.  We even showed American Graffiti at the local stage theatre.

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2.  Of the fifty United States I’ve only been to about seven.  Does airport transfers count?  Then make it about a dozen.

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3.  I don’t like weather colder than the fifties.  Forty-five is pushing my comfort zone.

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4.  If I could name my top favorite fifty books I would have to say To Kill a Mockingbird remains close to the top as my favorite reread.  Which is saying something since I teach just about every year to ninth graders.

5.  Should I set out to gather fifty quotes about reading, writing, and books I would include these gems:

  • The best time for planning a book is while you’re doing the dishes. Agatha Christie
  • The desire to write grows with writing. Desiderius Erasmus
  •  My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living. Anais Nin
  •  If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.Tennessee Williams
  •  The first step in blogging is not writing them but reading them. Jeff Jarvis
  •  I’m writing a book. I’ve got the page numbers done. Steven Wright
  •  Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.Marsha Norman
  •  Be obscure clearly.E.B. White
  • The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.Gustave Flaubert
  •  Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. Isaac Asimov

6.  Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover is one of Paul Simon’s songs that tends to loop in my brain now and then.Image Detail
7.  I figure I read over fifty books a year, between reviewing them, teaching them, and pleasure-reading them.  I dunno–is that average for a Book Booster?
Oh, hey–this also counts for my seven facts about me as part of the Versatile Blogger Award requirements.  Thanks Literary Tiger!
And a thanks also to merlinspielen.com for the One Lovely Blog Award.  Who knew turning Fifty could be so fulfilling?

Hammocking, the Backyard Sport of Choice


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Although the calendar says summer starts next month, I say 85 degrees is summer.  All year-long I  look forward to the time when I will spend my days shlumping around in my hammocks.  Yes, I have two.  One is a deluxe double-wide parked out edition which is housed in its own little gazebo. It’s designed  for those hot days when a breeze-in-the-shade reading session hits the spot.  The other is a K-Mart sale special stiff-canvas singler that is a roasting-is-the-mostest wonder.  I’ve already replaced the material on that one.

Summertime, hammocks, and books, with a side of lemonade in a frosted glass–who could want anything more?

What I was reading in the hammock over the weekend:

I become a Jasper Fforde fan after reading his Thursday Next series, and have started his new series.  I wonder if he is enjoying the notoriety if being the original Shades of Grey title on the market. More of a review later.

Blue Skies,

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Die(t) Trying


Once upon a time, wasn’t really that long ago, there lived a woman who possessed  a healthy, if not robust appetite.  This robust appetite possessing woman could match pizza slices bite for bite with high school dates, defied the fatal fifteen during college days, and prevailed flabby Mum Tum after baby days; however, once our heroine entered the dratted, scurrilous midlife sector, weight gain became a nuisance.

For instance, our once quick metabolism inclined heroine found out the following:

1.  Thinking about cheesecake earned .5 lb on the scaleometer.

2.  Eating two bites of actual cheesecake added a full 1.5 lbs–sans any topping.

3.  The expression, “if I ate that slice of cake I might as well apply it to my hips” suddenly had real meaning, and actuality

4.  The rule of consuming calories in relationship to burning them became a science rather than a magazine article to simply pass over for something more interesting

5.  bikinis are not meant to be worn outside the confines of the backyard

Our heroine also found an increased interest in “success” stories that graced pages of national magazines and bestsellers.  An almost morbid fascination and momentary inspiration to also obtain “results not usual” would overcome her desires for Haagen-Daz, Dove Bars, and cinnamon rolls with cream cheese icing.  That is, they would be tackled momentarily.

The truth, our heroine discovered, is that once born with the propensity to eat quantity, albeit not always quality, and not suffer for it, is a beastly habit to break.  Skinny jeans and crop tops were not initially the chief incentive.  It was the pursuit of gravity defiance that finally convinced said heroine to act responsibility towards food intake, because she noticed over the years body mass had begun sliding at an appalling rate.  Our heroine calculated at the rate of weight slide she would be the owner of hefty ankles by the time she reached retirement if the midsection weight slide were any indication of the future.

Hence, the DIET BOOK phase entered her life.  She would indeed enact the age-old saying, “Die(t) trying to lose weight.”

Books and magazine article began to lay about the house; yet, as these pound-shedding puntives increased in propensity in the library bag, the desired effects of weight dropping did not transpire on the bathroom scale.  This produced “major bummer syndrome” resulting in “what the flip?” rhetorical countersuit and freelance calorie consumption.  Midlife is not for sissies.

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Studio publicity portrait of the American actress Elizabeth Taylor. Français : Portrait publicitaire pris en studio de l’actrice américaine Elizabeth Taylor. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There is no totally happy ending for our heroine.  She has not dropped the desired twenty pounds (a compromise weight); however, she is much more wise in terms of menu and choice.  After all, it is a well-known fact that Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor were curvaceous and not svelte with power abs.  There is something to be said for padding.  The heroine learned to say sagaciously, “Why yes, I’ll have the sorbet, and could I have a box, please.”

Our heroine recommends the following diet books–not so much for the results attained, rather because the before and after photos of those who have actually adhered to the content’s regimes are impressive, and have proved useful in terms of thinking about exercise and caloric abstinence with more serious thought:

Have You Thanked a Teacher Today?


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I know I am banging my own drum since I am a teacher.  Yet, I want to recognize how teachers have affected my own life, and if you stop and give it some thought, somewhere along the way a teacher made a difference in your life.  If you can read, write, add, subtract, multiply, and point out where Taiwan is on the map, you more than likely can thank a teacher for that ability.

NOTE: Teachers aren’t only found in the classroom.  Parents are teachers.  Siblings are teachers.  Community leaders like those who invest their time in Scouts and 4H are teachers.  I see teachers as those individuals who impart a skill, a value, an idea to others. I’ve had some amazing teachers along the way, and because learning is something that is a life long adventure I know I will have many other teachers in my life.  Sometimes I even learn something  from my students.

So–have you thanked a teacher today?

Looking to be inspired or be reminded of teachers and their impact upon our lives?  Consider one these books (Barnes and Noble images):

Teacher Man: A Memoir  The Best Teacher Ever (Little Critter Series) Teaching Hope: Stories from the Freedom Writers Teachers Helen and Teacher: The Story of Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan Macy

Happy Pages,

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#3: Picture Books Are for Any Age!


“What do you write?” is a question often traded at a writer’s conference.  My answer is usually an embarrassed “everything.” It’s true.  I write middle grade, YA, adult, poems, non-fiction, plays, book reviews–I like to write!  My favorite genre, the one I no doubt have spent the most time on, is picture books.

There is something incandescently, transcendentally, most amazingly wonderful  when it comes to experiencing a picture book.  They are even better when shared with a child.  I don’t mind reading them on my own.  Oh, picture books are only for kids?  Is that a bona fide rule?

Moving on with my Cricket List: Musings of a Voracious Reader, I decided to tackle my #3: Picture Books.This is a tough one because it could go on from here until next Tuesday because I have so many favorites.  I could probably start entire blog about picture books.  So instead of a list I am posting thumbnail covers of picture books read, admired, reread, find timeless, find amazing, and want to share with the world. Barnes and Noble supplied the images.

Enjoy!

Click, Clack, Moo Tacky The Penguin If You Give A Mouse A Cookie The Day Jimmy's Boa Ate The Wash The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales Sheep In A Jeep Book Cover Image. Title: On the Night You Were Born, Author: by Nancy  Tillman Book Cover Image. Title: The Story of Ferdinand, Author: by Munro  Leaf Book Cover Image. Title: Make Way for Ducklings, Author: by Robert  McCloskey Book Cover Image. Title: The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Author: by Eric  Carle Book Cover Image. Title: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, Author: by Judith  Viorst Book Cover Image. Title: The Quiet Book, Author: by Deborah  Underwood

 Goodnight Moon (Board Book) Mr. Brown Can Moo! Can You? Happy Birthday to You! Caps for Sale: A Tale of a Peddler, Some Monkeys and Their Monkey Business Chicka Chicka Boom BoomOpposites Frog and Toad All Year (I Can Read Book Series: Level 2) One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish Harold and the Purple Crayon (50th Anniversary Edition) The Runaway Bunny   Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel  Corduroy  Guess How Much I Love You Moo, Baa, La La La! The Little Engine That Could Mouse Paint I Am a Bunny It Looked Like Spilt Milk Little Bear's Friend (I Can Read Book Series: A Level 1 Book) Leo the Late Bloomer Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear? Blueberries for Sal (Picture Puffin Books Series) Stone Soup Little Gorilla Lap Board Book Harry the Dirty Dog Good Dog, Carl (Classic Board Books Series) Prayer for a Child Whistle for Willie

Tree Is Nice Andy and the Lion Windows with Birds The Snowy Day

This is only a thimble’s worth in the sea of picture book reads.  I stopped at page 15 of Barnes and Noble’s picture book list.  Feel free to browse on your own.  And  make sure to pop a couple of picture books in your basket when shopping at your local library or bookstore.  Picture books are forever.

Oxymoron Murder


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Recently I sat down to a marathon watching of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot.  I adore David Suchet’s portrayal of the funny little Belgian detective.  I’m not so keen on Christie as a read, but I relish Suchet’s portrayal of Poirot engaging his little gray cells to solve the crime. I am a fan of BBC’s Mystery series as well.  I bring home all kinds of detective reads, especially if they are series-based.  I have to wonder why I am drawn to books that dwell on someone dying in order to form the plot conflict.

Encyclopedia Brown Tracks Them Down

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If I were to analyze my interest I think I would have to go back to my discovery of the Encyclopedia Brown series by Donald Sobol when I was in school.  I thrilled to the challenge of solving the mystery before going to the answer page.  Kid lit didn’t dwell much on dead bodies, but I had become hooked on suspense and intrigue.  Somehow I went from solving the case of the stolen bike to homicides in my reading habits.  I would much prefer the mystery without the corpse, yet those don’t seem to be as popular or readily available.  My compromise is cozy mysteries where body count is not so grisly.  I have discovered there is a entire culture of cozy out there.  My faves so far include Mrs Pollifax by Dorothy Gilman, and the Evans Constable series by Rhys Bowen. Minimal murder is a prerequisite as is sheet hopping of characters and profanity profundity. Prudish, aren’t I?  I like to practice safe read, I know.  So you can see it’s difficult for me to whet my appetite for mystery if I’m squeamish about death, violence, sex, and swearing.

Pattern of Wounds

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This brings me to my latest read.  I fulfill my new authors, new reads list by freelance book reviewing.  While I have reviewed for several journals over the years, I mainly review for the Christian Library Journal and I have discovered Christian fiction is becoming quite amazing.  It used to be dominated by prairie romances and predictable soft plots of which I am not a fan.  Then Frank Peretti,  Davis Bunn, Ted Dekker, and Robert Whitlow came along.  I discovered Terri Blackstock and Dee Henderson as well.  My latest find is J. Mark Bertrand. His Roland March series is riveting. The protagonist, Detective Roland March, is a hard-boiled Houston homicide cop who has fallen from grace and is slowly working his way back up.  His character looks at Christianity from the outside and makes one ponder at the platitudes offered to the “unsaved.”  The plots involve grisly murders, the type where if the book became a movie I would be too squeamish to watch.  Then here comes the question: Why am I reading these books?  Answer? Darn good writing.  Bertrand provides a plot filled with dips, twists, and characters with dimension. His prose is sharp as is the voice. It also fulfills my safe plot requirements, even though the murders are often gruesome. I also appreciate how Bertrand gives us a protagonist who interacts with various Christians and comes up with some insightful perspectives when pressurized about his beliefs.  In this passage March is trying to explain to Carter, his renter who is also a youth pastor, why he is not keen on going to church. From pages 120 to 122:

Carter is saying to March:

“With the kind of work you do, the kind of things you see, there has to be a corrosive effect.  You’re always in the presence of evil.  When we met, I got a firsthand taste, so I think I have an idea what it must be like.”

March tries to explain how he sees the underlying corruption of the human condition while Carter dwells on the good, surrounding himself with the good.

March:

“Carter, listen to me.  You mean well, I realize that.  But there’s no magic formula or platitude they taught you in seminary that’s going to turn me into one of you.  It’s not gonna happen.  You have no idea what I’ve seen and what I’ve done.  Trust me, if you did, you’d be like me, and we wouldn’t be having this  conversation.”

March and Carter then get into a heavy discussion about  Carter’s viewpoint of how knowing God is loving and all-powerful and can bring good out of evil.  March counters with,

“…if there really was some loving, all-powerful force out there, I wouldn’t be hunting a man down for plunging a bowie knife in a woman’s chest and then stripping her and using her dead body as a pincushion….Now, what you’re saying is that, seeing something like that, I should be comforted.  I should feel good knowing that as bad as it looks, it was all for the best.  God was up in heaven watching it go down, and even though he didn’t lift a finger, he sure wishes us well.  I’m sorry, Carter, but that doesn’t do it for me.  If I believed that, I think I’d be miserable.”

Carter points out March is miserable.

And this is why I am a fan of Bertrand’s writing.  He provides an excellent whodunit and manages to stir up tough questions and nudge some comfort zones.

I sometimes wonder if the genre “Christian murder mystery” is an oxymoron.  After all, dwelling on death, murder, deceit, and lies isn’t Sunday School curriculum.  Then again, it is.  Bertrand points out through March that there is evil in the world and ignoring it doesn’t mean it goes away.  Carter’s character makes us see that there is a means of coping with that evil and not letting it get the best of us.

I think I answered my concern about being drawn to murder mysteries: I like seeing the bad guy get caught because in real life the bad guy often gets away.

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#7: Saw the Movie, and then I Read the Book (or intend to someday)


Though a professed Book Booster, I  freely admit I haven’t gotten around to reading all that I desire, or for that matter, should.  With time and interest constraints I tend to be selective in my reading, which can be received as either justification or a lame excuse.  I view my dosing of classics like one who would rather take a vitamin rather than endure the indignities of measured broccoli consumption.  Often I will watch a movie and decide, “Well now, I get the gist of the plot, let’s test drive the book.”  Or words to that effect.  Here are some movies which have prompted me to finally read the book:

1. Huckleberry Finn: As much as enjoy Mark Twain as a personality I’m not much for reading his books.  A  couple of summers ago I attended a week-long conference on Mark Twain, complete with experts and workshops, and still did not become a fan.  I will go on professing his genius and his contributions to literature, although I am a reluctant reader.  When I watched the movie I became drawn into the complexities of how a young man, namely Huckleberry, came to shed the baggage of his culture, slavery, being the biggest bag. Twain is an unmerited expert in taking on such a huge issue and presenting it so that it palatable.  Then again, Twain’s presentation creates a lump hard to swallow for many people, which is why Huckleberry Finn continues to be a challenged list somewhere at any given point.

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Cover of Les Miserables

2.  Les Miserables: Someone told me how they suffered the reading of this classic in their French class, and it made me leery.  He said it was not the  struggling through the actual reading of it–it was the sad, sad nature of the book.  I think absolutely depressing, was the term used.  Not exactly the best encourager to check it out for myself.  I watched the Liam Neeson version and went on emotional alert.  The acting, the story, the cinematography–all riveting. I wept, I commiserated, I rankled at the injustice, I shivered with anticipation, I was exhausted when the final credit rolled by. Shamefully,  I still haven’t read the book.  I am concerned I would compare it too much to the movie.  Yes, the movie was that amazing.

3. Little Dorrit, Bleak House, Great Expectations, Oliver–okay, okay, pretty much all of Dickens.  I’ve professed in a previous post my grievance of Dickens’ penchant for overwriting; nevertheless, it is no excuse for me not to read his books.  Again, I respect his tremendous literary influence, especially in terms of how his writings brought about social reform (child labor laws, especially). There is so much profundity in his writing I cannot properly chew and digest. Literary indigestion, I’m afraid.  Hence, I pop that cinematic vitamin pill and feel vindicated that at least I’m experiencing Dickens.  This is why I adore the British Broadcasting Company. All of the Dickens adaptations watched have been BBC productions viewed via the Masterpiece Theater on-line option.  My latest viewing involved the newest version of Great Expectations with Gillian Anderson as the imposing Miss Haversham.  Wow and my goodness, she was incredible.  Having invested heavily into the Thursday Next adventures by Jasper Fforde, I thought it essential to understand who and what Miss Haversham was all about.  Gillian Anderson provided the answers.

4. The African Queen: Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn.  How could I resist such a combination? After watching their captivating performance I sought out the book.  For once I will state  the movie proved better than the book.  Especially the ending.  No spoiler. Nuff said on this one.

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5.  True Grit: My dad and I watched plenty of John Waynemovies together and I couldn’t believe someone would be bold enough to remake the one movie, his signature movie.  Staying true to the Duke I snubbed the Coen’s remake and simmered.  After hearing all the good reviews, and prompted by family members I relented finally and checked out the DVD.  This was no remake, but a recreation.  The Coen’s found an actress, Hailee Steinfield, who delivered a stunning performance.  She reminded me of Mary Badham’s performance in To Kill a Mockingbird.  I promptly checked Charlie Portis’s novel and found the Coen had paid fine tribute to a beautifully written story of forgiveness and redemption.  I plan on making this a required reading for my sophomores. Unfortunately, the publisher has no plans of reissuing it in a more affordable format as can be found for TKAM.  I plan on adding this movie and the book to my favorites list and will be revisiting them from time to time.

I might revisit my #7 at a later time.  Five seemed a good number for now.  Now, I pose a question for you:

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