I’m not sure quite how many – and which – substances would be required to come up with the initial idea, but I can certainly see how it can blossom from there. That initial idea would be, of course, the recent remake of my favorite book, now titled Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
I’m only about five pages in right now, so I have no business whatsoever posting anything remotely resembling a review – but, seriously, if you have the faintest appreciation for Jane Austen, or zombies, it’s worth putting on your birthday list. I’ve already been forced, by my own inappropriate mirth, to read several chapters aloud to Willem… it might make more sense to just read the whole damn thing, a chapter at a time, like bedtime stories only less family-friendly.
I’d be farther in, at least eight or nine pages, but I reached a passage that was descriptive enough that I wasn’t able to read and eat my lunch at the same time (lunch involved pasta, peas and rare roast beef… too much verisimilitude between the first attack scene and my plate). This is a big deal, because I have happily noshed on all manner of foods while watching my true crime shows. Bill Kurtis starts telling me about the volume of blood left upon the walls, and I just make sure the volume isn’t loud enough to waft into the kids’ rooms and take another bite of ravioli. But somehow the written word seems to have a bit more of an impact on me, or perhaps it’s just the addition of mobile putrefaction that sends me over the edge.
So, I’ll save it for quiet times… both kids have ball games tonight, so that seems like a perfect opportunity. I’m already not good at fitting in with the mom-cliques that form, might as well go ahead and embrace that.
How about you? Read anything good lately?