She joins the photo shoot! Warm happy fuzzy feelings all around! And the titular book is… The Woman in White, by Wilkie Collins.
It’s been a while, but I read that novel in undergrad for a Victorian lit class. The Woman in White was published in 1859, and from what I remember features a murder mystery. Not the fun and quippy kind you’ll get on reruns of Castle either; no, this had some truly monstrous male villains. Even the protagonist had some eye-rolling, true-for-it’s-time opinions about the women characters in the story.
And this is a little girl’s favorite bedtime story?
While I don’t think kids should only be exposed to literature scrubbed of anything but bunnies and rainbows, I also think there’s merit to “age-appropriate” media. Even if The Woman in White contains no overt violence, vulgarity, or sexuality (from what I remember… time for a re-read), they are definitely in the story.
Then again, maybe the little girl’s never actually had the full story read to her. Maybe the parents have pulled a kind of Princess Bride (novel version) con on their daughter, and she just likes the picture on the cover. The world may never know.
I often think immersive theater is the other side of the coin when it comes to modern drama, heads to the electronic literature tails. As much as I love novels and books, we’re moving away from what is now a traditional story medium.
I’m so psyched for this, you have no idea. The newest trailer for The Martian has a level of awesome that goes up to 11 due to the song choice:
I finally read the book about a month ago and started a review that mostly consisted of, 1) it’s amazing!!1! and, 2) what a magnificent F*** YOU to The Cold Equations! But then I forgot the book at my friend’s house and they’re in the middle of reading it and completely hooked so I’ll wait.
I love that they cast Jessica Chastain as Commander Lewis. She’s one of my favorite actresses and even though I saw the trailer before reading the book, I knew I would have pictured her in the role regardless. 100% perfect casting. Matt Damon’s not so bad either!
In elementary school, around 4th grade, I decided to read “good” books and got about half way through “Jane Eyre” before giving up. I couldn’t take:
All the untranslated French.
All the moodiness and brooding of of an idealized mid-19th century romance. At least Mr. Rochester doesn’t dazzle in the sunlight, sparkling like a million Cubic Zirconia on the tiara of a toddler beauty pageant winner, the way literature’s current emo vampire lead does.
I’ve read the novel all the way through for school, but in my head I like to leave the story when Jane sets off for her new governess position, just as her life has taken a fortunate and open-ended turn.