Category Archives: INTERESTING: BOOOKS!
Wow. Screenwriters are really, really getting themselves busy huh? First ‘the mortal instruments’ and now Vampire Academy. But honestly though, I’m not complaining, it’s every author’s dream to be movie-fied, it’s good publicity and they reach out to people who don’t really read often.
The tricky part is that most of the time books/novels/manga/comics which are turned into films get ruined. The film version tends to ‘Shatter the Illusion’ if not done right!
I call it: shooting the magic out of the book.
Film adaptations tend to smell like- Money. While the reason the novels became bestsellers was because of the heart.
Hey now, there are amazingly awesome, off-the-roof adaptations: HP, LOTR, Hunger Games even Twilight were translated to film wonderfully, but there are times when scriptwriters run ouy of fuel and producers have to to bestsellers for possible plots! And that’s when everything gets ruined.
This year I am looking forward to watching two movies!
One originally a Manga adapted into an Anime and now turned into a Movie the for the second time: Rurouni Kenshin!
Second is the one mention above, Vampirr Academy, the novel was introduced to me by my little sister, she told me it’s like Vampire Knight (which Ive been proudly a fan of for 10 years- i am a dork, wow) and nothing like that other vampire movie- which is true since Rose Hathaway is kickass, badass and all around fatale.
But wow, I wonder how scriptwriters earn the big bucka through this..
That aside, I was a happy reader reading the stories on paper/tablet, very happy and inspired! Books, Manga & Comic Books do that to me, just wish the movie would be worth it, I mean, yep.
Watching Elle: A Modern Cinderella Tale, and eating Nerds from my sister. Hahaha… It’s a Saturday Midnight and I’m watching random movies, TV Shows and reading tons of books… novels, stories and whatnots. My days of freedom are numbered.
It’s my first time reading something from Charles Perrault. He was a man who touched all of our lives. I’m not kidding when I say ALL. Who never heard of Cinderella? Sleeping Beauty? Little Red Riding Hood?
He made a new genre of story called… FAIRY TALES.
Yep. His goal was to incorporate morals into stories for children. I love it. When I said first time, i meant reading his original version, untouched by either the brothers Grimm or Andrew Lang who I love by the way and who translated the original version. This particular story of Charles Perrault piqued my interest for, *laughs*, it is morbid and straightforward to boot.
here’s the link from which I got the copy: Red Riding Hood
there’s also the re-written version, or the version we all know, by the Brothers Grimm.
Charles Perrault, “Little Red Riding Hood” (1697) Transl. Andrew Lang (1889)
Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, “Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter.”
Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village.
As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, “I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother.”
“Does she live far off?” said the wolf
“Oh I say,” answered Little Red Riding Hood; “it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village.”
“Well,” said the wolf, “and I’ll go and see her too. I’ll go this way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first.”
The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman’s house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap.
“Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood,” replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice; “who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother.”
The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, “Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.”
The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it been more than three days since he had eaten. He then shut the door and got into the grandmother’s bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap.
Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, “It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you.”
The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, “Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.”
Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.
The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, “Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come get into bed with me.”
Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes and got into bed. She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes, and said to her, “Grandmother, what big arms you have!”
“All the better to hug you with, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what big legs you have!”
“All the better to run with, my child.”
“Grandmother, what big ears you have!”
“All the better to hear with, my child.”
“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”
“All the better to see with, my child.”
“Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!”
“All the better to eat you up with.”
And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.
Moral: Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say “wolf,” but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all.
It’s now 2012. How does one act? How does one live? Who are we going to listen to?
Today… in this age… this point in time is the most confusing of all generations. There’s the era of Socrates and Sophocles, Alexander the Great, the era of Shakespeare, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Schumann, Beethoven, Einstein, Alexander Graham Bell, The world war, The Era of Hitler and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley, The Era of Spielberg and Bill Gates, The Era of Obama and Steve Jobs…
And now… we are in this era of technology, globalization and random faces trying to get hold of happiness in terms of love, money, fame and power. The most prominent trend in this generation though is that this is the era of plastics and plastic surgery… who can be the most fake in the most fashionable way.
I dont want to betray my generation. I was born in 1988, I am an adult-child who is a fan and an observer of life and these are just some things that I noticed.
Life is beautiful but the chaos inside that beauty is just too tangled to untangle. With a laundry list of history to study, of pasts to review and decode we are still repeating the same mistakes that our ancestors did.
We have the luxury of time now, to enjoy the fruits of their labors but we are using them in the trashiest ways… Instead of advancing as individuals some even become total sloths no longer pushing themselves to their limits and afraid to get out of their comfort zones. There are people my age who could have had become the next MOZART or ELVIS PRESLEY or even KISS but noooo… an unknown blackhole sucked out all the energy for talent and left him/her drained and brainwashed.
What’s going to happen now?
True that people are still motivated to be musicians, doctors, painters, artists, scientists, lawyers… But we are all being manipulated by our time. I may be talking about free will and freedom, a topic that’s been around and debated about for ages, but it’s a more complicated issue now that technology, globalization and global warming (?) are concerned.
What I am trying to say is that people can’t find the balance between these two. At least my generation. Independence is a thing of the past. We are so dependent of a lot of things that there’s no balance anymore, of which that we need within ourselves and thus, chaos.
I know that I am not the only one who’s taken notice. Maybe musicians, writers or people who muse all the time.
But although I’m ranting this way, I know that in time my generation will find balance and make use of all these things that are happening today in the most productive ways.