Tara ,'Empty Places'
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Wasn't there also a Hallmark Hall of Fame Secret Garden that had Dickon going off to war and Mary pining for him?
Yeah. I think that one made it that Mary and Colin weren't cousins, and they ended up getting together at the end, after he came home from WWI.
Oooh, so io9 posted the first chapter of Blackout! Been tearing your hair out since Deadline ? Here you go.
But wait, there's more!! If you go to five blogs (including Seanan's) and solve a few puzzles, you can unlock another excerpt. Fun times! I've already read the damn thing, and I'm still excited about this shit.
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I was shocked at the difference between the book and the movie too: Little Princess. I liked the book WAY better because it seemed realistic. And the little girls were really hateful.
I have not read it since I was a kid, but I dug it.
Oh and I was like (at age 9 or 10), referring to the movie: "how is this a happy ending when he doesn't even remember who she is?"
I was perplexed.
The Ten Grumpiest Living Writers. Guess who's first? No, really, just guess.
I was expecting Alan Moore.
HA - I totally called Maurice Sendak!
Conversations end when one person calls the other a douchebag, Mr. Franzen. I feel that I should stand up for Mr. Keillor a bit, because I met him once(In a fan way, nsm interpersonally) but he is probably the shyest person I've ever seen on that side of a microphone.
Some of those writers are grumpy, and some make other people grumpy.
I knew Harlan Ellison would be on the list, he's the patron saint of curmudgeons! That photo of him shaking his fist at the camera cracked me up.