I'm halfway through The Fourth Summer of the Sisterhood, and I keep having to stop and exclaim in delight. I mean, there are some of the usual things that annoy the
The movie has screwed up my perceptions of the girls since I last read an installment, though. I mean, Carmen is pretty much how I pictured her in America Ferrara, and Amber Tamblyn as Tibby is much better than whatever picture I had in my head. But Bee was always cast in my head as a Bridget I knew in real life, who had an identical personality and blonde hair but otherwise looked nothing like Blake Lively, while Blake Lively looks a lot like how I'd always imagined Lena, because I am terrible at conjuring up "Greek" in my head. I bounce back and forth between these two images, so it's hard to envision how Alexis Bledel's Lena fits in; it's like I have a superfluous twin character or something.
I'm scared to listen to the Doctor Who season 4 soundtrack. Just the titles are epic enough to make me choke up a little! I've made it through about four tracks and I keep pausing because it all stirs up too many memories. I have no idea how I'm going to pick representatives for the Music of 2009 list*. There will just have to go ahead and be like 25 Murray Gold features in one month, on top of whatever else I find.
Damn it, how did I do this last year? I put season 3's on my MP3 player and got to know the individual songs at work, I think, when I had nothing else to concentrate on beyond repetitive hours of vacuuming or wiping down surfaces. Maybe I should dust my room. ...actually, that is not a bad idea.
* = Fact: Not unlike the reading list before it, the song list that started off as a good idea has ruined my ability to enjoy media the way one should. I can never reread books because I'm too obsessed with finishing 100 new ones and/or trying to break my record every year, and now I can't appreciate CDs because there are too many songs by a single artist at once and it unbalances my list. Touch of OCD, I has it.