Thank you, Tikabelle, for a fabulous minithon, which though I missed half of it, was still super fun and I can hardly wait until next time. Thanks, everyone, who stopped by or who tweeted, including the guy who was just happy about his new Mini Cooper. I will continue this mini-madness on my own for what remains of the evening as I’m really into the Goldfinch. It was a shame I had to leave you all.
And especially a shame because I wasn’t all that keen on the movie I went to see: Birdman. 94% on Rotten Tomatoes and I was left with a sort of, um, okay, I guess I don’t really get it feeling. I don’t want to tell you all the end, so I can’t go into that, but I was nonplussed. Michael Keaton plays an actor who was famous as Birdman 20 years previously who is now trying to they say resurrect his career by opening his own adaptation of Raymond Carver on Broadway. Sorry, even if it works, that’s a really different career than playing a superhero in movie blockbusters. All the actors are really good. And it has a lot of good scenes, but somehow I’m not clear in the end on what any of it meant. It’s a strange combination of realism and fantasy that may or may not be all in his head. Different scenes seem to indicate different things. I dunno. Overall, I guess I’d rather have been home reading, tweeting and snarfing mini m&ms.
Anyway, back to the book. I’m at that horrible point where I want to finish it, but have too many pages for one night. I have little doubt I will stay up too late trying and failing to finish it.