Why is there a "One" in the title? There seems to be many "One Lovely Blog"s. Yes. I am questioning blogging social norms. (Because that's what books have taught me.)
Back to topic, I'm supposed to tell you seven things about myself. You know the rules so they go without saying. Also, I've realized that the last few posts have a dramatic lack of Sherlock gifs.
I know. You're all rightfully irked by this aberration. So today I shall make it up to you.
1. I've decided that I want to know all things Sherlock Holmes. Perhaps it's a strange ambition?
But I have decided and I will not waver! This year I hope to read all the original stories. Perhaps some retellings (Any recs?) And I'll have to put myself through some non-fic about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle which will hopefully not be too dull. Although, I did watch a documentary about how Doyle's stories inspired the creation of modern day forensics and it talked about Doyle too. Apparently, (but obviously) he was a bit of a Holmes himself. People write him letters about their problems and he often used deduction and/or forensics to solve them.
The books I have read are:
A Study in Scarlet
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
The Sign of Four
The Valley of Fear
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
My favorites so far are The Valley of Fear and the short story A Scandal in Bohemia. There's also one about a carbuncle that's rather amusing too. And of course, The Final Problem which features Professor Moriarty.
I just started The Hound of the Baskervilles.
I'm still looking for a Sherlock story with dragons though. Because everybody knows dragons make everything better. (We're good luck, you know.)
2. From these books, I've noticed that any time America or Americans are mentioned they're associated with secret societies and Wild West murderers. During Doyle's time, America was still in its Wild West stage. So yeah, there was quite a lot of lawlessness going around (and a crying absence of dragons). But in Doyle's books, the American is almost always the bad guy.
Or was a villain in his past. Or is deceitful, or uncivil in some manner.
I do wonder if Doyle believed that all Americans were cultists who loved murder and guns blazing? Or was that the American stereotype as seen in Britain during Doyle's time? (Yes, I call him Doyle; his full name makes me feel like gargling pebbles. Apologies, Sir Doyle.)
Of course, I've not read all of his works. Maybe there are some more diverse Americans in his other works. If not. . . I find his views very hilarious. Honestly.
I am reading the Hound of the Baskervilles at present and Henry Baskerville is an Englishman who has spent most of his life in America. So far, his only fault is having a hot temper. But then, he's not really American so. . . does he count?
3. To ease your mind, I am not a part of a cult. Nor have I murdered anyone.
Nor have I ever been cast in one of Doyle's books.
4. I find it ironic that Gatiss and Moffat basically gave the fandom murder for Christmas.
But of course they would.
5. I'm going to pretend like I'm mature enough to acknowledge that other things beside Sherlock exist. (Is it really true!?)
Because cinnamon rolls.
Cinnamon rolls exists too.You know, the kind that come in a pressured tube. You pop it open, stick it in the oven, and they come out ginormous and soft. You can unroll them and enjoy their gooey goodness.
Those are the kind I like (unhealthy preservatives and all), and I'm don't need that much frosting. Some people want more frosting than cinnamon roll. But I'll take the cinnamon roll, thank you.
I've considered baking homemade ones. Then the whole lair would smell of cinnamon roll! But I'm too lazy. . .
So basically, if you gave me a warm cinnamon roll, you would be my new best friend for life. Perhaps that sounds impulsive? But it isn't like just anybody hands me cinnamon rolls. People don't give cinnamon rolls as random gifts (why not?!); otherwise I'd have more friends.
6. I'm more of a movie crier than a book crier. (Dragons have hearts and tear ducts too, alright?)
Books that've made me cry:
all The Hunger Games
(this trilogy is like eating three pain burritos; don't tell me that's not a thing)
The Book Thief
(*sobs*)
The Giver
(THEY DON'T HAVE MUSIC?! WHAT AWFUL REALM IS THIS?!)
almost Allegiant
(I was in shock, okay?)
Movies that've made me cry:
all The Hunger Games
(watching THG is like being slayed by a malicious knight)
Wreck-It-Ralph
Lilo and Stitch 2/ Stitch has a Glitch
(*sniffles* my Stitch!)
The Iron Giant
(every time; that movie is so underrated)
Jurassic World
(the iconic T-Rex almost died, okay?! He's a near cousin and part of my childhood.)
almost Tangled
The Amazing Spider-Man 2
(*weeps*)
Rigoletto
Big Hero 6
(cartoons these days are traumatic)
How to Train Your Dragon 2
(I'm too young for this stuff)
When I was a dragonling, cartoons didn't have plot (pfft, what even) and nobody ever DIED. They engaged in epic chases, threw anvils at each other, and blew things up for kicks (it's a wonder nobody died).
7. I talk to the other drivers on the road. Er, I mean, dragons in the sky.
No. I don't have road rage. And you're probably thinking,
I simply recognize bad
flying driving when I see it, as I am sure you do. I don't get angry about it. Bad driving is not worth puffing smoke fumes over. I just verbally react to idiots with mild-mannered sarcasm.
Are you a movie or book crier? OH! And Sherlock. Have you read any of the books? Any retelling recs? Or what is your favorite Sherlock film/episode?