In short, this is nothing like what I would expect from the author of the Harry Potter series – but that’s not to say I was disappointed. The Cuckoo’s Calling, written by Robert Galbraith (or, as we all know now, J K Rowling) was an thrilling novel, filled to the brim with unique characters, the perfect balance of detail and mystery, and a brilliant storyline. If someone had doubts about Rowling’s writing chops before (which I really hope no one did), they should be gone after this. And if they’re not… I’ll be pretty irritated at you and will find you and tell you off for being such a grumpy human being.
Honestly, this now one of my favorite books. I’m certainly not drawn to mystery/crime novels in general, but this book may have changed that. I loved the interviews and the clues and trying to figure out how they added up when nothing really seemed to fit together and then the big reveal – it was like a rollercoaster stuffed inside little paper cage, and I can’t wait to read the second one (which, luckily for me, has already been published!). I would DEFINITELY recommend this as something you pick up from your local bookstore or library, whether this is a favorite genre of yours or not. It does have quite a bit of bad language, so do keep that in mind (I wouldn’t let any of my younger siblings read it for a few years) but anyone else needs to get up and get it immediately. Please :)
or, frozen treat firsts.
This weekend, I had my first milkshake (Friday – a cookies ‘n cream one), my first ice cream (Saturday – strawberry softserve), and my first Italian gelato (Sunday – blackberry mint). I promise you that I am not a psycho and staying away from these delicious, sugary desserts wasn’t entirely by choice. When I was four, I went to an allergist and found out that the reason I spent my entire life sick was because I was allergic to dairy. Yes, probably the worst day of my life… but the dairy-free life was a much healthier one for me (unfortunately) so the crazy diet became the norm. I guess it isn’t entirely true to say my “first” ice cream because I do have vague memories of mint chocolate chip ice cream cones from the Baskin Robins on 181st, but it was so long ago that I honestly have no recollection of the taste… thus the reason I have grouped it with my other dairy firsts. Anywho, I went and got re-tested for allergies and discovered that I grew out of my dairy allergy. It was a very exciting and revolutionary day and I am slowly tackling the long list of foods I have been deprived of up until this point (macaroni was a hit – pizza is up next).
Now, any good Cincinnati-dweller (which is where I currently live, by the way) knows that Steak and Shake has good shakes (thus the name) and Graeters has the best ice cream (even though I had ice cream from The Cone for my “first”), but I’m not sure of how many people are aware of Dojo Gelato… and it’s worth knowing about. According to a friend of mine who has been to Italy and eaten a fair bit of gelato while there, it’s the closest thing to the real deal you’ll find here. Honestly, I have no clue if that’s true (though my friend isn’t known to lie and has fairly good taste) but I can vouch for Dojo Gelato being really good. I mean, nutella gelato? It can’t be bad. If you’re interested in checking them out (something I highly recommend), they can be found at Findlay Market. They also hang out at special events and they have a food truck that goes here and there, but the market is the most reliable location. Now, get off the computer and go eat some gelato! (more information can be found here, or on their Facebook page)
Through pretty much my entire childhood, I was shamelessly obsessed with Hilary Duff. What little girl wasn’t? She was the pretty singer-slash-actress that we all dreamed of being. I owned all her CDs, spent a little too much time watching her music videos, and kept her track from Disney Mania on repeat for several hours at a time. To be perfectly honest, I really don’t know why I was so hooked on the Lizzie McGuire star, though it probably comes down to the fact that my best friend was a huge fan and I followed everything she did… but whatever.
I was excited as anyone else about the news that she was making a comeback, especially when I heard that she was talking to Ed Sheeran (because he is perfect and stuff). But now that her first single and its music video have been released, I’m not sure it was worth the hype.
Chasing the Sun doesn’t do much for me. I like her booties and polka dotted shirt for the office scenes (the skater skirt, while cute, isn’t exactly what I’d call business professional… but whatevs) but the video is just sort of there. The song isn’t exciting – it doesn’t go anywhere. It could make nice background music, but I wouldn’t say it’s something I’d actively listen to. They lyrics aren’t anything special (I’m chasing the sun/won’t miss out on the fun) and are a bit more childish than I expected from a married mother of one.
Maybe I’m being too harsh, but I’m not a fan. Sorry, Hilary. Maybe (more likely) your Ed collabs will make a better impression.
I went and saw Dawn of the Planet of the Apes with a few friends last night. In retrospect, I probably should have at least read a plot synopsis for the others before diving in, but I don’t think you necessarily have to know what the others are about to get this one (it’s just a plus). I hit the jackpot friend-wise and sat by the monkey superfan, but to all of you that don’t have an Ape movie loving buddy, check out Wikipedia or something before you buy a ticket, just in case.
My only problem with this movie is the title. I mean, seriously. If there is more than one ‘of the’ in the title, you have to realise it’s too long. If there are enough words to form a complex sentence, the movie title needs to be shortened. Isn’t there a sort of unwritten rule about this sort of thing? I certainly thought there was. I’m very disappointed by their inability to follow procedure and satisfy my brain’s need for simple movie titles.
To add to this. dawn apparently comes after rise which makes absolutely no sense to me. I’d think the dawn – the start – would be before the rise. It has to begin before it can grow and gain strength… but apparently not. Those genius monkeys became powerful before they appeared ’cause science.
Is anyone else having this problem? Because it’s a real thing. These monkey movies are too much for my poor mind.
Alright. I’m done.
Welcome to the new home of my thoughts and whatnot. I’m Morgan Lindsay and if you’re here, you’ve somehow stumbled across the coolest new blog in town. I know – pretty amazing, yeah? Please hold your applause until the end. I’ve tried my hand at blogging in the past (two, maybe three times..?) and they haven’t been especially successful, but I’m telling you – this is the one. One blog to rule them all, one blog to find [readers]…
Just a warning: if you’re not prepared for nerdy or strange references, you may not enjoy (or understand) me. But fear not! I am here to educate you in such matters. It will be good fun.
And now, since I have very little to say in the ways of introduction, I will bow out with the hope that someone will return to see whatever is happening next post – DIY, clothes, music, food, or any other mildly interesting thing that pokes at my brain. But until then, go and do something interesting with your own life because that is always a good idea.
(you can applaude now)