Ugh, where does the time go? How can it already be so close to the end of the best month of the year??
Despite being absolutely burned out from work, I did manage to accomplish a few things. The dream is always to accomplish more but alas, this little body needs some fucking rest. I need life to slow down for a hot minute so I can catch up.
Gay conversion therapy definition: the pseudo-scientific practice of trying to change an individual’s sexual orientation from homosexual or bisexual to heterosexual using psychological or spiritual interventions.
A memoir by someone who had experienced such an “intervention” immediately had my attention. I knew this therapy, and I used that term very loosely, was bat shit crazy stuff so I was ready to learn more.
I feel like a monster admitting that I had a hard time pulling my way through this. There were points in the beginning and the ending that I just couldn’t stop reading, but the middle really slowed down the flow of the narration. Sometimes, the back and forth between past and present at LIA felt drawn out. A quagmire in the middle of a perilous trek.
Why does that make me feel like a monster? I feel bad for becoming bored by someone else’s suffering. Not so much on a personal level, just on pacing in the novel. There is no mistaking the author’s pain during this part of his life and he is a relate able person. Because most importantly, this is a person, a human-fuckng-being, that other people are trying their best to break in order for them to live the life they think God wants for them. Seems pretty arrogant to think you know what God, should you believe in him, wants of people or to think you have the say in the matter of anyone else’s lives.
This story is profoundly important. It keeps the lime light on the fact that there is still much fighting to be done for the LGBTQ community.
This week ended in death. My husband’s grandmother passed away yesterday after several years battling cancer and nine months in hospice. No need for condolences, there was much pain in the last several months and she has finally been released from something that could hardly be called living towards the end. The black cat gif is in honor of her and her love of black cats.
Reading – If you missed it, I finally finished Dracula and I actually enjoyed a classic for once. I’ve now started my book club selection for the month which is completely un-Halloween related. I hope to knock it out shortly and maybe even brave another spooky classic.
Tim Horton’s Pumpkin Spice Iced Capp has strong pumpkin flavor. I think I prefer a little less intense pumpkin flavor in my coffee but it was enjoyable nonetheless.
Movies – Two movies this week. I think it important to mention here that I barely watch one movie a month so this is a movie action packed couple of weeks for me. This year has apparently flip-flopped my usual style, reading LOTS of paranormal/horror books. I guess I’ve traded it for movies this season.
Note – I know it unwise to watch a movie immediately after reading the book it is based upon but I did it anyway. The most frustrating thing was that there were moments when the dialogue stuck closely with the book and then other parts where the journal entries were completely butchered to make this a weird love tale. Mina and Lucy were both made to be much more vapid than either were and none of the male characters were as enjoyable as they were in the book. It may be the one movie I don’t like Anthony Hopkins in as I strongly disliked his Van Helsing. It did however make me miss when movies had to do something besides CGI for their special effects.
Well that was my successful second week of October. How is everyone else fairing in their holiday fun??
Ah, yes. I have tackled yet another classic! Even better, this one was actually enjoyable.
If you’ve heard the tale of Dracula, it’s probably not actually far off from the story we have here. I refused to watch Bram Stoker’s Dracula with my husband until I was finished this because I was afraid it would have spoilers. Spoiler is; I already knew all the spoilers.
There’s no need to review the plot line since everyone already knows it. At times I was impressed with Stoker’s forward thinking, Mina states that one day brave women would propose marriage to men, and then other times it was your usual way of thinking about women back then, dainty and in need of manly protection. I’ll still give Stoker the credit he deserves as I’m sure the very idea of women proposing to men probably ruffled a few feathers back then. (He was probably thought of as crazy for that idea alone. Thinking up the story of Dracula being the second most outrageous thing to come out of his mind.)
The format is something we see here and there but not one I usually enjoy. Journal entries, letters and newspaper articles. Here, it works and it works very well. Some entries were pretty lackadaisical but for the most part I was entertained and wondering what shenanigans the Count would come up with next.
If you’re like me, and don’t usually enjoy the classics, I would recommend giving this one a try.
Good morning my spooky followers! How goes your first week of October?
I’m going to be doing weekly general updates for the month. October is too much fun and full of spooky goodness to wait for an accumulation of things to chat about.
My dad is coming to town to help finish up work on the walk in closet we started 5 months ago. Building a whole room from scratch just before summer was not the wisest of plans, especially since it’s in the upstairs. We won’t be making that mistake twice. But this means I’ll be quiet for a tiny bit here.
Dracula is proving to be the one classic I’m actually going to enjoy.
Little Debbies makes a pumpkin spice Swiss roll and it’s the only Swiss roll worth a damn in this world.
Mr. Cupcakes & Machetes and I have watched four horror movies in the past week. (Monday was our 12 year dating anniversary and we watched 3 in one night.)
I think that’s a pretty successful start to my favorite month. Do any of you have any special plans for next week?
This is going to be a little more eclectic collection of novels. Some of them could also be considered horror but they’re getting slapped on my paranormal list. I’ve started my first horror novel of the season, Dracula, because believe it or not, I haven’t read it.
“Nevada, 1869: Beyond the pitiless 40-Mile Desert lies Golgotha, a cattle town that hides more than its share of unnatural secrets. The sheriff bears the mark of the noose around his neck; some say he is a dead man whose time has not yet come. His half-human deputy is kin to coyotes. The mayor guards a hoard of mythical treasures. A banker’s wife belongs to a secret order of assassins. And a shady saloon owner, whose fingers are in everyone’s business, may know more about the town’s true origins than he’s letting on.
A haven for the blessed and the damned, Golgotha has known many strange events, but nothing like the primordial darkness stirring in the abandoned silver mine overlooking the town. Bleeding midnight, an ancient evil is spilling into the world, and unless the sheriff and his posse can saddle up in time, Golgotha will have seen its last dawn…and so will all of Creation.”
I think I have finally picked my first book of the season, but before I get to that I thought it would be fun to throw out some synopsis’ of my favorite horror novels in the last few years.
“In 1890s New Orleans, three unusual men cross paths: Reynard LaCroix, his lycanthropy in remission with a silver bullet lodged against his heart; Artémius Savoy, a lapsed secular priest keeping vigil over Reynard’s progress; and Mahonri Grant, a Mormon gunslinger on the run.
Brought together by murder, united in a common cause, they pursue an unholy creature to save a young woman’s life.
Their dangerous road leads to the dark jungles of Borneo, where awaits an abhorrent mansion in the wilderness. There they must confront a host of the undead…and face the demons within themselves.”
Ok, I kept my cool long enough. Usually, the first of September I’m celebrating and starting my usual season tradition of reading only horror and paranormal books. But this year I’ve made it until it was actually Autumn!
You’re probably over there thinking, “What’s so big about that?” Well for your information, when it comes to Autumn/Halloween, I ZERO self control. So I’m celebrating my minimal restraint. Don’t take that from me.
I’ve already bought my MONSTER pack cereal. Now, I don’t generally freak about cereal but it’s fucking BOOBERRY and FRANKENBERRY. (I mean, Count Chocula is there too but he’s inferior. Sorry Count.) I had Chider the other day. What’s that you ask? Apple cider + chai = LOVE. It’s a thing, find it, embrace it.
My pumpkin cravings have begun but as of yet, have not been satisfied.
This year, besides horror and paranormal novels, I’m adding grimdark fantasy. Bring on the darkness baby!
(Currently betareading a novel for a GR friend, but also having an extremely hard time deciding what book to read first.)
Hopefully, I’m going to get into some baking madness as well. It’s not Autumn unless I’ve made something with apples AND pumpkins.