In 2006, Michael Caine Surprised his Friend Elton John with his expansive knowledge of music, in particular, chill-out tracks. He further revealed a penchant for making his own compilations and distributing them among friends. Word spread and Sir Michael presents this compilation of his favorite tracks called ‘Cained.’
“When you’re a child you’re the center of everything. Everything happens for you. Other people? They’re only ghosts furnished for you to talk to. But when you grow up you take your place and you’re your own size and shape. Things go out of you to others and come in from other people. It’s worse, but it’s much better too.”—From East of Eden, by John Steinbeck (via clarecoughlan)
So. I read “The Dollhouse Murders” when I was like, I dunno, 10 or something. Back in the day I remember loving it but now I don’t remember a thing about it. And the stupid public library has it but it is CONSTANTLY checked out and can also be found NOWHERE ELSE ON EARTH.
So this rant is from my frustration of wanting to re-read this book (which is probably terrible and juvenile now but I loved it as a child)
Also, on the library’s website this was the description:
harsh. I laughed so much. WHY WOULD I LOVE THIS BOOK? DID ANYONE ELSE ON EARTH READ IT EXCEPT 10 YEAR OLD MELANIE!?!
I have been neglecting you. Here is an update on my life. I have been working out at a gym I joined this summer. (It’s really fun.) I’ve become addicted to smoothies. (They’re really great.) I am interning a little at a children’s theatre. (I get a little money and play with children.)
Those are the big things.
Other than that I am just hanging out and having fun with friends rather than sitting on my computer all day like I do when I am back at school where I have no friends.
Also, my dad keeps mentioning a trip to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter so you KNOW I am 100% excited for that.
Also i have yet to go to Six Flags and that is a problem.
I have just returned from the dubbing studio where I spoke into a microphone as Severus Snape for absolutely the last time. On the screen were some flashback shots of Daniel, Emma and Rupert from ten years ago. They were 12. I have also recently returned from New York, and while I was there, I saw Daniel singing and dancing (brilliantly) on Broadway. A lifetime seems to have passed in minutes.
Three children have become adults since a phone call with Jo Rowling, containing one small clue, persuaded me that there was more to Snape than an unchanging costume, and that even though only three of the books were out at that time, she held the entire, massive but delicate narrative in the surest of hands.
It is an ancient need to be told stories. But the story needs a great storyteller. Thanks for all of it, Jo.