Just finished


Pride and Prejudice “told” by Fitzwilliam Darcy. Beautiful. And quite good as well. Pamela Aidan managed to grasp all the emotions most likely to have been playing in the heart and the mind of such an interesting character, without really making him into a common place person.

For all those still “in love” with Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy and her other characters.

Now I’m going to read The Power of Now for “my” discussion group at the ABC, started with The Secret a couple of months ago. I’m actually quite curious about this one. I’ve been hearing a lot of good things about it and Eckhart Tolle, the author, and wonder what’s the truth and attraction of this one.

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Cold cases

Yesterday we finally watched two episodes of a British series called Waking the Dead we’ve had for 6 months. Wonderful series! It’s about a unit for old unsolved cases, which by way inspired the American series Cold Case. The two main characters are the best, but the whole team is good. And the writing is supreme.

The fact I find Trevor Eve more attractive than lots of new faces in cinema might be a give away of my age… 😉

Just seen and just finished

Children of Men, with Clive Owen, Michael Caine and Julianne Moore. Good movie, but so desperately sad. I don’t know why I haven’t burst into tears the whole time, but the idea of a future without children, of a humanity without hope makes everything even worse. And then I remember something Cláudia once quoted: “I love people, my problem is with humanity”. Don’t remember from whom it was, but it’s perfect: humanity as a whole is shit, most of the time. What saves it is all the people we love around us.

On a lighter note, I’ve just finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Brilliant story. I’ve seen a lot of it coming, but quite a bunch not. Besides, I started reading with an open mind: Rowling had decided a long time ago what would happen, even if she made up the details later on. So whatever would come, had already been decided way before we all fell in love with the series. I’ve managed to read it in homeopatic dosis (in the train going to work or going not too late to bed) until I’ve reached the last 100 pages. Then I couldn’t stop anymore. I had to read it until its end. Which I did. Went to bed way too late for me and am a walking zombie since then.

So I’ll be off to bed now for a very much hoped night of sleep. If Jasmijn allows, of course…