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Obligatory loot post
Dec. 25th, 2007 02:52 pmMerry Christmas, everybody!
My folks (i.e. my mother) got it together enough for a parcel to reach me last week, so I had gifts to unwrap this morning, including the annual socks! Every year, in our Christmas stockings, my mother includes a pair of socks (sometimes boxers for my brothers), so I had to laugh when they came tumbling out of the envelope. The other little silly thing was a pack of Post-Its. The big surprise was a handbag in the shape of a cat, which is absolutely adorable.
The semi-non-surprises were books, two of which I'd specifically requested: Perdido Street Station (China Miéville) and Ink (Hal Duncan). Unfortunately, my parents were unable to track down Vellum, which comes before Ink, but I believe that it's not essential to have read the other one first. And since they couldn't very well send me only English books, this year's French title is Les cerfs-volants de Kaboul, which some of you may recognise as the basis for the film The Kite Runner (also the original title), a film I'd like to see.
I don't believe I've ever gone for a single birthday or Christmas without receiving at least one book from my parents, and I wouldn't have it any other way. When I was younger, it was to encourage me to read in general (not that I ever needed any encouraging on that front!) and as I got older, I started asking for titles or was taken to the bookstore to pick out what I wanted, subject to parental approval*. I have this warm-and-fuzzy memory of stealing back to my room on Christmas morning with my new books, spending the following hours reading on my bed, but I know that's just a fabrication. We always took our traditional Christmas walk after having opened our gifts, so I couldn't have gotten any reading done until the afternoon.
Today might possibly justify skipping reviews, but I have two highly pertinent films to discuss, so I'll be back later with my thoughts on those.
* This was necessary for the years when my brothers chose books of baseball statistics, for instance, or comic strip treasuries, which didn't rate as "proper books", according to our parents. With me, it was never a problem, because I've always loved novels.
My folks (i.e. my mother) got it together enough for a parcel to reach me last week, so I had gifts to unwrap this morning, including the annual socks! Every year, in our Christmas stockings, my mother includes a pair of socks (sometimes boxers for my brothers), so I had to laugh when they came tumbling out of the envelope. The other little silly thing was a pack of Post-Its. The big surprise was a handbag in the shape of a cat, which is absolutely adorable.
The semi-non-surprises were books, two of which I'd specifically requested: Perdido Street Station (China Miéville) and Ink (Hal Duncan). Unfortunately, my parents were unable to track down Vellum, which comes before Ink, but I believe that it's not essential to have read the other one first. And since they couldn't very well send me only English books, this year's French title is Les cerfs-volants de Kaboul, which some of you may recognise as the basis for the film The Kite Runner (also the original title), a film I'd like to see.
I don't believe I've ever gone for a single birthday or Christmas without receiving at least one book from my parents, and I wouldn't have it any other way. When I was younger, it was to encourage me to read in general (not that I ever needed any encouraging on that front!) and as I got older, I started asking for titles or was taken to the bookstore to pick out what I wanted, subject to parental approval*. I have this warm-and-fuzzy memory of stealing back to my room on Christmas morning with my new books, spending the following hours reading on my bed, but I know that's just a fabrication. We always took our traditional Christmas walk after having opened our gifts, so I couldn't have gotten any reading done until the afternoon.
Today might possibly justify skipping reviews, but I have two highly pertinent films to discuss, so I'll be back later with my thoughts on those.
* This was necessary for the years when my brothers chose books of baseball statistics, for instance, or comic strip treasuries, which didn't rate as "proper books", according to our parents. With me, it was never a problem, because I've always loved novels.
