I have realised that I am in need of a digital camera for more than taking photographs of sewing projects, yesterday’s photos proving to me that nice as my film point-and-click is, it works best in Mediterranean light taking photos of things that are not too distant and not too close. It is time to move on to something that will better flatter my rank amateurism as a photographer. Suggestions welcome.
Let the Right One In is proving enjoyable, if perhaps not quite so original as it (or perhaps the reviewers) think it is. Physical description of the grey Swedish suburbs is oddly absent - perhaps we are all supposed to have seen them, because the writer is actually pretty good of description of other places. As I remember being driven up the wall reading Cold Mountain by the frequent detailed descriptions of things that I had seen or heard described before*, this may not be an entirely bad thing. The American translation continues to prove slightly annoying. It's the wrong foreignness that throws me.
*Except for grits, which were eaten frequently and not described once, so that I had to look them up.
[ETA: Is it wrong that watching Lark Rise I want to read passionate and angst-ridden Dorcas/Sir Timothy fan-fic?]