Pop culture ramblings : January 2012. In which I fall in love with another fictional character.
Wassup peeps. How’s life? Just got caught up on this great British show, er, maybe you’ve heard of it? It’s called Downton Abbey.**
The past two days has been a lot of caps lock Twitter reaction, so if you missed that, here’s the abridged version (no spoilers).
OMG MATTHEW CRAWLEY. I LOVE YOU. YOU ARE PERFECT. LADY MARY IS NOT WORTHY.
Did I mention he has a hot British accent?
One more thing. I’ll try to keep it less rambly than the beginning of this post. I spent my bus rides back and forth to work this week reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. Okay, so I know I spout a lot of “oh this is the best ever, this is amazing, this is fabulous,” crap—but for realsies—no jokes, no empty declarations, YOU. MUST. READ THIS BOOK. It made me cry on public transportation. Twice. It’s bold and witty and at times made me look up and just think wow, this is beyond brilliant. This book crawled into my soul and set up camp.
Full disclosure: the book deals with cancer, but it is not a cancer book in the way one might describe the basic plot of a Jodi Picoult or Nicholas Sparks book. It’s raw and honest, but you won’t be sorry you picked it up. I’ll leave it at that.
Special thanks to the lovely Joy Engel for her post about TFIOS last week, which prompted me to pick it up. (I’ve never read a John Green book, so his stuff is not normally on my radar)
**Obviously you’ve heard of Downton Abbey and if you haven’t, it’s time to crawl out from under that huge rock you’ve been living under.
