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beatricebidelaire · 1 year

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lonely people on a rainy night

Things are not the same without Beatrice and Bertrand around.

~2.4k. Kit Snicket / Frank Denouement. pre-canon. timeline is not long after b&b left VFD, and way before k&d ever got together.

****

It’s very late that night when Kit arrives at the Hotel Denouement.

Her messily tied up hair and long black coat are both wet from the heavy rain. The umbrella barely had any effect during the short distance from the hotel’s parking lot to the lobby. She grimaces as she closes the umbrella, and surveys the lobby out of habit.

It’s pretty late already, and due to the weather, barely any guests are arriving at this hour, so the lobby is quite empty. There’s a concierge mopping the floor at one corner, and at the front desk, Frank Denouement raises his head and meets her eyes.

“I thought you’re coming back tomorrow,” he says, his tone neutral as usual, like it usually is when in public, even though the lobby is very nearly empty.

“I was,” she makes a face. “But the road to the small inn I was originally planning to stay at is completely flooded, so I thought I’d drive back to The City. It’s just a couple more hours anyway - far fewer traffic than usual as well, because most people aren’t going out in this rain.”

“Rational people,” he remarks.

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

A hint of a smile appears on his lips ever so briefly before disappearing again, and he hands her the key to her usual room. “Go take a shower, Snicket. You’re ruining my just cleaned lobby floor.”

“How unfortunate,” she drawls, taking the key. “See you after your shift.”

****

2 hours later, after she’s properly showered and dried up and made herself a nice cup of tea while reviewing the notes in her commonplace book, she knocked on the door of Frank’s office - he’d just about gotten off shift.

“K,” he nods when he opens the door, letting her in.

“F,” she replies.

The door clicks shut behind her.

“Things aren’t looking good,” she says, cutting directly to the subject of her latest assignment. “As we suspected, some of G’s notes on the fungus were stolen before the fire, and it’s fallen into the hands of some firestarters who didn’t actually recognize the value or the danger of them. However, after they were all killed during the firestarters’ infighting two months ago, the notes have been lost and there are barely any leads on how to track them down.” She pauses. “I mean, best case scenario, they’re all destroyed. But since they’re just completely gone - I rather suspect that we’re not so lucky.”

He frowns. “Because if indeed no one recognizes the value or danger of it, they wouldn’t have paid much attention to it and we’d probably still find scraps somewhere.”

“Exactly,” she replies. “Which means, obviously, that someone collected them and hid them somewhere. It could be a volunteer - but I haven’t heard anything from anyone - and it could also be someone on the other side of the schism. That would be very dangerous indeed. Granted, they probably couldn’t continue the research too far without proper equipment and all that like G did, but the longer that information is out there in the open, the more risks it poses.”

He closes his eyes, silent for a moment. When he opens his eyes again, he says, “and we cannot be sure if a VFD volunteer having that information stored secretly is a safe thing, either. I mean, look at G …” he trails off meaningfully.

“We wouldn’t want another repeat of that,” she agrees. “Still, they might not be as volatile as G. But G didn’t use to be volatile either, and look how he turned out.” Her face is grim. “It’s almost like getting too deep in this specific research makes one volatile.”

He leans back against his office chair, his gaze holding hers. “Getting too deep in anything increases one’s chances of getting volatile, perhaps.”

She looks back at him, and for a moment, the silence in the room is tense. And then she says, abruptly, “I’ll make some tea.”

Not waiting for an answer, she stands up, and walks over to a counter and starts making tea. He doesn’t say anything.

“So,” she says, a little forcefully perhaps, as she sits down again once tea is ready, pouring herself and him a cup of tea respectively. “How are things on the recruitment front in The City?”

He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing, “You didn’t hear from J?”

“Haven’t got the chance to talk to him,” she says briskly. “We’ve both been busy.”

His lips are pressed into a thin line, in his usual disapproving manner that he rarely bothers hiding when they’re in private. But he doesn’t comment on her tumultuous sibling relationship with Jacques, and instead just says, “It’s getting harder and harder these days, especially with the new restrictions around The City. The High Court passed a new ruling the other day - you’ve probably heard - it was all over the radio.”

She scowls. “I’ve been long saying that I think our enemies have people on the inside - someone in certain positions that can influence the judges of the High Court. It’s their way of cutting VFD recruitment.”

“I’m fairly certain so as well - but we don’t know how high up they are. I mean, the fact that it’s been hard for us to get anyone in there suggests someone is blocking us out. Honestly, I told them to abandon these attempts - it’s quite futile by this point. We’d be much more effective trying to collect blackmail material on people if we want to influence the decision making.”

“Speaking of which, did the concierges collect any interesting gossip recently?”

“None too useful,” he replies. “As you know, most of the time spying is just collecting piles and piles of irrelevant information that may never be of use. Dewey’s been pulling late nights as well just filtering those information and categorizing them so we can easily look them up later. But so far, not much has come up.”

“How is he doing, by the way?” She asks.

Frank doesn’t answer immediately.

“As usual,” he says, finally, then adds. “He misses B. Both of them, really.”

Kit gazes out the window at the falling rain. “I know how that feels.”

We all do, he thinks. “It’s been … quiet. Without her around, especially.”

Her lips twist slightly, “As my brother often says …”

“... the world is too quiet without her nearby,” he finishes for her, then exhales. He thinks about Beatrice - ever so loud and full of life and overly dramatic and a constant annoyance in his life, until she no longer is. Beatrice. Energetic and full of emotions and feelings and never shy from displaying them.

How is someone so full of emotions and feelings so capable of - simply just cutting her old life loose and never looking back, he wonders.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of the rain splashing against the window in the quiet office. Frank meets Kit’s eyes, and knows that she’s thinking of the same thing. They’ve known each other too long at this point - just like they’d both known Beatrice and Bertrand for so many years.

Or at least, they thought they knew them.

Beatrice. Loud, energetic Beatrice. And Bertrand - calm and steady and dependable to many, with a hidden witty and sarcastic nature reserved just for close friends.

“It’s not the same, without them,” he admits, a rare moment of raw honesty. He doesn’t admit this in front of Dewey, insisting on saying things are in fact fine, just the same, partly to reassure Dewey, partly because he doesn’t like being vulnerable in front of Dewey, who he always felt like he should protect. And with Ernest - they don’t talk about Bertrand, who Ernest likes to pretend nothing ever happened between them to deal with the fact Bertrand was willing to leave VFD for Beatrice but not for him, and they don’t talk about Beatrice either, because that subject is never going to lead to anything good. They argue enough, as it is. No need to dive into a controversial topic that’ll surely end unpleasantly.

Kit, though - oddly enough, it seems easier, with her. Perhaps because they miss Beatrice and Bertrand similarly - not exactly the same way, but the closeness to them had been similar. And he doesn’t have the sense of duty or obligation to shelter her away from things as he does with Dewey, doesn’t have the strong urge to pretend things are fine to reassure her.

They always seem to share the same views on many things, and perhaps that’s also what makes it easier. They have the same kind of ruthless efficiency when it comes to VFD missions. They’re the ones making the tough calls, the necessary decisions, regardless how morally ambiguous those decisions may seem.

Jacques, he thinks, lacks the same edge. Bless him. He might actually be more loyal and believing in VFD’s ideals than either of them, but there have always been certain lines he wouldn’t cross. Frank admires that in him. He hopes he stays that way.

As for himself and Kit - they’ll make the necessary decisions so the others don’t have to. Decisions such as hiring children as concierge so they can gather information while hiding at places adults cannot fit in, probably.

When he looks at his brothers, it’s like literally looking into a mirror. But when he looks at Kit - sometimes it’s like metaphorically looking into one, he thinks.

“I still - almost hear Bertrand’s voice telling me to slow down, when I’m driving,” she confesses.

“Ah, your impulse control,” he remarks loftily.

She scoffs. “I don’t drive impulsively - every turn and acceleration is calculated.”

He rolls his eyes. “If you say so,” he permits, airily.

They’re silent for a few moments, before she asks, “You done with all your work tonight?”

“Work’s never done,” he shrugs. “But there’s always tomorrow.”

Her mouth curves up, a hint of faint amusement. “True,” she murmurs. She takes a deep breath, and looks at him. For the briefest second, her eyes are unusually hesitant, but then it’s gone. “I don’t quite want to be alone tonight,” she says. There isn’t much emotion in her eyes as she says this.

Is that the real reason you drove all the way back to The City? He wonders silently.

“We could watch a movie,” he offers. He knows that she and Bertrand used to do so, on rainy nights when they were forced to stay at the hotel after something was cancelled.

She looks at him. “Yeah, we could,” she agrees.

****

They go to her room and watch an artsy indie film he randomly selects from his shelf. It’s terribly boring and they’ve both had a long day, so they end up both falling asleep. When he opens his eyes again, the end credits are rolling.

Beside him, her head rests against his shoulder.

It’s only in these moments does he really notice her alikeness with Jacques, he thinks. Perhaps it’s because he’s too used to and knows too much about the difference of their personalities, that he often doesn’t see their similarities. But her eyes are closed and she’s not talking now, just lying there, having fallen asleep, and he immediately gets reminded of how they actually look quite alike.

He tries to carefully shift himself so her head can be on the pillow instead of his shoulder, but she wakes up at the movement, blinking wearily. “You suck at selecting movies,” she says.

He rolls his eyes. “You try next time, then.”

She scoffs, sitting up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I hate him,” she says, suddenly. No context or whatsoever, no prefacing, no specific names or initials. But he immediately knows what she’s talking about.

He also knows that she doesn’t really hate Bertrand. She just misses him. She probably feels similarly about Beatrice as well, but she’d never declare out loud anything close to hating Beatrice.

“Yeah, me too,” he says, softly.

He isn’t exactly sure who started it, or how exactly did things suddenly shift, but the next moment, their eyes meet - she has Jacques’s eyes, he thinks, he always knows, of course, but still - and she’s pretty. Not in the Beatrice type of way, flashy and glamorous and takes everyone’s breath away, but she’s pretty. Her features and expression always a little too sharp type of pretty.

They kiss.

It’s - okay. Not lackluster, but also not thrilling or electric. It’s fine. Normal. Sort of nice to be able to have another pair of lips on his again after so long, actually. Doesn’t completely fill all the silence and void left behind and the Beatrice and Bertrand shaped hole, but - it’s something.

“You know, we’d make a terrible pair of lovers,” she says.

“Oh, absolutely,” he agrees. “We’re too similar.”

A ghost of a smile dances across her lips. “Exactly.” She pauses, and then adds. “If you tell anyone about tonight, I’ll murder you.”

He rolls his eyes. “Same goes for you,” he says.

Her lips pull up, a sharp, mean, teasing glint in her eyes. “Kiss on it?”

“Oh, very funny,” he scoffs.

They look at each other.

“Well, one last time,” he says. “One for the road, as they say.”

“One for the road,” she murmurs.

They kiss. Slow, steady, calm. Two lonely volunteers on a rainy night. It’s - nice, to just have another body this close that he can almost feel the warmth radiating from it. In the morning they’ll go back to being volunteers. Hardworking volunteers who don’t mind loneliness. There’s no sparkling chemistry in the kiss, but he doesn’t want any of that tonight anyway. He just wants - some physical intimacy with someone he can absolutely trust.

“I’ve always wondered,” he says. “Have you and Bertrand ever …”

“Oh, never,” she says.

“Huh,” he says. “Your loss, then, I suppose.”

She leans backwards onto the pillow, and starts to laugh.

****

He picks up his suit jacket on the chair, putting it on, and takes the videotape out. “Well, I should go.”

“Turn off the lights for me, will you?” she calls, from the bed.

“Sure,” he agrees. “I’ll see you in the morning, K.”

“Bye, F.”

He turns off the light and takes his leave, heading back to his office.

#asoue #kit snicket #frank denouement #frankit #i gave it some thoughts and decided yes #even tho i typed k/f as pairing #i am STILL going to use my brotp tag. because it counts #brotp: f for friendly e for evil #my writing

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pipbellerophon · 1 year

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in the canon in my head where kit's name is marguerite and also she and jacques named lemony then their parents would have actually planned for lemony's name to be léandre. they were in their french era

#maybe kit is marguerite-katherine to maintain a k somewhere but actually idc. maybe e snicket is actually the one who read the kit ag books #and planned from the start for her to be marguerite nn kit maintaining all at once a k name and her french aesthetic. when kit was born #blonde she knew it had to happen! we love to see an ag fan winning #kit snicket #lemony snicket #asoue #pipbellerophon

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everyones-internet-little-sis · 1 year

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I’ve been writing some quotes on index cards. When I have all the ones I want I’ll crop them and put them on my wall. Here are a few I’ve made so far

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bluebookstorelady · 1 year

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"olhe, eu não queria ser um meio sangue.

Se você está lendo isto porque acha que pode ser um, meu conselho é o seguinte: feche este livro agora mesmo." pg 9

#o ladrão de raios #não posso comprar esse livro e anotar nele #então vai ser registrar aqui mesmo #bom saber de onde veio o meu gosto pelo estilo de lemony snicket #amo desobedecer conselhos

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frightesa · 1 year

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006.

#𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 . » e. crain — for a second i was unhaunted. i was the sun.#𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . » e. crain — to love me is to love a haunted house #𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . » j. avery — more than the name i inherited #𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 . » j. avery — into the forest i go to lose my mind and find my soul #𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 . » w. graham — talking to a shadow of him suspended on dust #𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . » w. graham — i have lost my mind to survive #𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 . » c. starling — a devil asked you for a dance and you obliged #𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . » c. starling — my hair smells of war and running and running #𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 . » v. baudelaire — i thought when bad things happen there will be witnesses #𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . » v. baudelaire — i am still trying to forgive the world #𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . » k. snicket — the world is quiet here #𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 . » k. snicket — a girl made of splinters is not built for love #tags

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werewolfcave · 1 year

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The Stage Between Reuniting and Getting Back Together: Timeskip Sashanne

Letters from Medea, Salma Deera // Love of the Wolf, trans. Keith Cohen // Unknown // Simone de Beauvoir // Lemony Snicket // Sue Zhao // A Room With a View, E. M. Forster

#web weaving #sashanne #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #amphibia #word weaving #words #word web #amphibby

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dragoneyes618 · 8 months

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Yes, I think we'd all like to know that....

#atwq #all the wrong questions #lemony snicket #jacob snicket #e snicket #who could that be at this hour #wctbath

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sageandscorpiongrass · 7 months

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hii could you possibly do a web weaving about long distance relationships?? im struggling so much right now :<

oh long distance lovers, we're really in it now.

Distance makes the heart grow weary

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triflesandparsnips · 8 months

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Good Omens Book Club

So I have, in other fandoms, talked about the importance of what an audience can actually see on the screen. Specifically: When a constrained format (like, say, between 45 to 56 minutes of a single visual/audio input) is telling a constrained story (like, say, something that must start, climax, and resolve within some kind of structure), it's useful for the audience to pay attention to what gets given the valuable real estate of camera/story time.

So when time is given and effort made to show the actual titles of actual books... well.

Figure 1. Local bookshelf weighted down by an over-abundance of literary allusions.

This is a screenshot from episode 3 of Good Omens's second season, as Jim is reshelving all the books in Aziraphale's book shop by the first letter of their first sentences. He's about to shelve Jane Austens's Pride and Prejudice ("It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.") and the red sideways book, that he is about to pick up, is Good Omens itself ("It was a nice day.").

But, unusually, we can see the title of almost every other book on the shelf. Several of them appeared in the advertising poster, too, as I outlined previously (if you click that link, be advised that I am very proud of several bits of that essay and also let's not talk about how my go-to for musical references is Middle English folk rather than, say, Buddy Holly). Anyway-- with this in mind, and the understanding that time, effort, and celluloid have been spent on getting this shot to the audience, it would behoove us, I think, to actually look at these books.

Figure 2. A pair of showrunners providing not-so-subtle ancillary notation suggesting the same thing, so really, this is a no-brainer in terms of meta fodder.

Okay, Trifles, so what about the book club

Technically, this isn't my idea. It's Neil's and Douglas's, so jot that down.

What I figure is, I can provide a list of the books shown, their first lines, and a VERY brief summary of each. Those are below. And as I rewatch the show, I may reblog this post with additions, but also...

I've read some of these, but not all of them, and not recently -- with at least one of them, though, I remember enough to know that the first line and summary do nothing to showcase the heartrending possibilities the book may be alluding to for the overall Good Omens narrative.

And further-- as I collected these summaries and first lines, I started noticing some compelling commonalities. Which I, for one, would like to confirm and dig into more deeply.

So while I'm going to start reading these, it might be a Nice Idea for other folks to do so as well. The more write-ups we can get, the greater the concordance of Interesting Insights might be available. (And if you tag me in your write up, or otherwise draw my attention, I will gladly link your essay up here for the edification of others omfg.)

ANYWAY

The "Jim Shelving" Book List

From right to left (which feels odd, but it's the actual alphabetical-by-letter arrangement), and summaries from various internet sources:

Herzog, by Saul Bellows

"If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog."

"Herzog is a 1964 novel by Saul Bellow, composed in part of letters from the protagonist [...] The novel follows five days in the life of Moses E. Herzog who, at the age of forty-seven, is having a midlife crisis following his second divorce."

A Series of Unfortunate Events, (series) by Lemony Snicket

"If you are interested in happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book."

The first book in the series, The Bad Beginning, "tells the story of three children, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire, who become orphans following a fire and are sent to live with Count Olaf, who attempts to steal their inheritance."

The Catcher in the Rye, by J. D. Salinger

"If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth."

"The novel details two days in the life of 16-year-old Holden Caulfield after he has been expelled from prep school. [...] From what is implied to be a sanatorium, Holden, the narrator and protagonist, tells the story of his adventures before the previous Christmas."

The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald

"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since."

"Set in the Jazz Age on Long Island, near New York City, the novel depicts first-person narrator Nick Carraway's interactions with mysterious millionaire Jay Gatsby and Gatsby's obsession to reunite with his former lover, Daisy Buchanan."

The Bible, (anthology) by God et al.

"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth."

"25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?'

26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.'

27 And the Lord did not ask him again."

The Big Sleep, by Raymond Chandler

"It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills."

"Private investigator Philip Marlowe is hired by wealthy General Sternwood to stop a blackmailer. Marlowe suspects that the old General is merely testing his caliber before trusting him with a bigger job, one involving Sternwood's two amoral daughters."

Nineteen Eighty-Four, by George Orwell

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."

"In George Orwell's iconic and prophetic masterpiece, 1984, a haunting vision of a dystopian future unfolds. Set in a world dominated by the all-seeing eye of Big Brother, the story follows Winston Smith, a lowly Party member whose very thoughts are scrutinized. As the Party manipulates history and suppresses truth, Winston's yearning for individuality and connection pushes him into a daring dance on the edge of rebellion."

[A title I cannot, unfortunately, read-- if anyone who HAPPENS to be familiar with the show and HAPPENS to perhaps also be on tumblr just HAPPENS to say what this book might be, that would be Very Much Appreciated]

"????"

[WOW I WISH I WAS A SUMMARY OH WELL]

Catch-22, by Joseph Heller

"It was love at first sight."

"Set in the closing months of World War II in an American bomber squadron off the coast of Italy, Catch-22 is the story of a bombardier named Yossarian who is frantic and furious because thousands of people he has never even met keep trying to kill him. Joseph Heller's bestselling novel is a hilarious and tragic satire on military madness, and the tale of one man's efforts to survive it."

Love in the Time of Cholera, by Gabriel García Márquez

"It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love."

"The story, which treats the themes of love, aging, and death, takes place between the late 1870s and the early 1930s in a South American community troubled by wars and outbreaks of cholera. It is a tale of two lovers, artistic Florentino Ariza and wealthy Fermina Daza, who reunite after a lifetime apart."

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, by Mark Haddon

"It was seven minutes after midnight."

"The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is a 2003 mystery novel by British writer Mark Haddon. [...] The novel is narrated in the first-person perspective by Christopher John Francis Boone, a 15-year-old boy who is described as "a mathematician with some behavioural difficulties" living in Swindon, Wiltshire. [...] Christopher sets out to solve the murder [of a neighbor's dog] in the style of his favourite (logical) detective, Sherlock Holmes."

The Crow Road, by Iain Banks

"It was the day my grandmother exploded."

A Scottish family drama about a perfect murder against the backdrop of the 1990s Gulf War. "This Bildungsroman is set in the fictional Argyll town of Gallanach, the real village of Lochgair, and in Glasgow, where the adult Prentice McHoan lives. Prentice's uncle Rory disappeared eight years previously while writing a book called The Crow Road. Prentice becomes obsessed with papers his uncle left behind and sets out to solve the mystery. Along the way he must cope with estrangement from his father, unrequited love, sibling rivalry, and failure at his studies."

No Woman No Cry: My Life with Bob Marley, by Rita Marley with Hettie James

"I was an ambitious girl child."

"Fans of reggae legend Bob Marley will welcome this no-nonsense biography from his wife, Rita, who was also his band member, business partner, musical collaborator and the only person to have witnessed firsthand his development from local Jamaican singer to international superstar."

I Capture the Castle, by Dodie Smith

"I write this sitting in the kitchen sink."

"I Capture the Castle tells the story of seventeen-year-old Cassandra and her family, who live in not-so-genteel poverty in a ramshackle old English castle. Here she strives, over six turbulent months, to hone her writing skills. She fills three notebooks with sharply funny yet poignant entries. Her journals candidly chronicle the great changes that take place within the castle's walls, and her own first descent into love."

...and because I happen to know and love this book, I'm aware of the devastating last lines...

"Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you."

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens book club

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filmnoirsbian · 1 year

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Hi !! I was wondering if you had any book recs/favorite books? Things that you think of as inspiration or just plain like? Genuinely curious. <3 im in love with your work btw i spent the other day binging your patreon

Some favorites that deeply impacted me from a young age up into teenagedom: the Animorphs series by K. A. Applegate, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein, Oddly Enough by Bruce Coville, The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Little Sister by Kara Dalkey, The Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C. Wrede, The Tale of Desperaux by Kate DiCamillo, A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, The Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander, Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury, the Septimus Heap series by Angie Sage, Piratica by Tanith Lee, the Inkheart series by Cornelia Funke, His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman, Holes by Louis Sachar, The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg, Shizuko's Daughter by Kyoko Mori, The Sea-Wolf by Jack London, Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech, Criss Cross by Lynne Rae Perkins, Everything on a Waffle by Polly Horvath, Surviving the Applewhites by Stephanie S. Tolan, The Last Book in the Universe by Rodman Philbrick, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg, The Iliad and Odyssey (allegedly) by Homer, The Táin by many people, Harlem by Walter Dean Myers, Esperanza Rising by Pam Muñoz Ryan, The Wall and the Wing by Laura Ruby, The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkein, The Hainish Cycle by Ursula K. Le Guin, Till We Have Faces by C. S. Lewis, The Ethical Vampire series by Susan Hubbard, The Howl Series by Diana Wynne Jones, the Curseworkers series by Holly Black, The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick, Android Karenina by Ben H. Winters, An Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson, Beloved by Toni Morrison, A Stir of Bones by Nina Kiriki Hoffman, the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson, Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente, World War Z by Max Brooks, This is Not A Drill by K. A. Holt, Fade to Blue by Sean Beaudoin, Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu, The Moth Diaries by Rachel Klein, Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, Crush by Richard Siken, Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo, Devotions by Mary Oliver, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Some favorites read more recently: The Expanse series by James S. A. Corey, Engine Summer by John Crowley, Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff, The Princess Bride by William Goldman, Heart Berries by Terese Marie Mailhot, My Best Friend's Exorcism by Grady Hendrix, Reprieve by James Han Mattson, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn, Kindred by Octavia Butler, Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi, Station Eleven by Emily St. John-Mandel, The Crown Ain't Worth Much by Hanif Abdurraqib, The Refrigerator Monologues by Catherynne M. Valente, Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata, Tender is the Flesh by Augustina Bazterrica, The Girl with All the Gifts by Mike Carey, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson, The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison, She had some horses by Joy Harjo, Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón, The King Must Die by Mary Renault, Books of Blood by Clive Barker, Rosemary's Baby by Ira Levin, Cassandra by Christa Wolfe

Plays: The Oresteia by Aeschylus, Electra by Sophocles, Los Reyes by Julio Cortázar, Angels in America by Tony Kushner, August: Osage County by Tracy Letts, The Bald Soprano by Eugène Ionesco, The Trojan Women by Euripides, Salome by Oscar Wilde, Girl on an Altar by Marina Carr, Fences by August Wilson, The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams, M. Butterfly by David Henry Hwang, Our Town by Thornton Wilder, Sweeney Todd by Christopher Bond

Graphic novels: The Crow by James O'Barr, DMZ by Brian Wood and Riccardo Burchielli, Eternals (2021) by Kieron Gillen and Esad Ribić, Watchmen by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons and John Higgins, My Favorite Thing is Monsters by Emil Ferris, Maus by Art Spiegelman, Tank Girl by Alan Martin and Jamie Hewlett, Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi, Through the Woods by Emily Carroll, Anya's Ghost by Vera Brosgol

#watchmen is difficult to recommend on account of the misogyny but beyond that it really did change my life lol #asks #an open window #book recs #also i know technically eternals isn't a graphic novel it's a comic run directly related to the avengers and such at large BUT #it is sooo so good and u don't really have to know much abt what the avengers losers are up to in order to understand it #i didn't include any other favorite comic runs bc they require other things to be read for context. ur welcome.

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