I know people who cry at everything from sad movies to diaper commercials (apparently, the babies are so cute they can’t emotionally handle it). Tears of devastation and rage are shed in the wake of global tragedies and tears of joy flow forth when reunited with loved ones. There are tears for everything–tears of frustration, of deep sadness, of the messiness of everyday life.
It’s the final day of my school week and after a two and a half hour lecture on media literacy, you could say I’m trying to cling to whatever bits of joy I can. So, what better way to cheer me up than with another Friday Favorites?
Originally recommended to my mother by extended family, I recently picked up the novel Outlander by Diana Galbadon. It tells the story of Claire Beauchamp, a nurse recently reunited with her husband in the aftermath of World War II. While vacationing in Scotland, Claire touches a mysterious stone and finds herself transported back in time to the year 1743. Alone amid the tribal clans of the Scottish Highlands, she finds herself torn between returning to her own time and the love she finds in her new life.
I’m not very far into the book yet, but so far I’m enjoying it! After studying abroad in the UK, I tend to latch on to anything that brings me back. The characters are interesting and engaging, and the story definitely appealing. I love the historical elements, especially Claire’s perspective and experience from WW II in contrast with the warlike Highlands and (impending) Jacobite rebellions.
My main issue with the book is the amount of steamy romance. I enjoy a love story as much as any other girl, but the constant sex is more than mildly irritating. I find myself skipping pages at a time to avoid all the passionate bits.
My older brother keeps sending me pictures of the kittens at home, resulting in me squirming around on the floor because they’re too adorable for me to handle. (Much to the confusion and amusement of my roommates.)
I started watching Arrow last Spring, having heard good things and seen bits and pieces about it on Tumblr. However, with the semester ending, I only made it a couple episodes in until giving up. Sometime this summer, though, I over heard some of my fellow camp staff gushing about how great it was. My older brother, a comic book enthusiast, told me that it starts out slow and gets better as it goes along. All parties insisted that season two was mind-blowingly-amazing.
I just finished the second, and most recent, season yesterday. They were right. Oh my goodness. All my fandom “I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE THESE FEELS” urges are hard-core triggering. It’s SUCH a fantastic show.
I first started listening to Bastille this summer, and this song has been in my head all week!