First off, thank you so much to everyone who read the first recap last week and offered their support, comments, or interpretations and experiences with Carrie; it’s awesome to know that people are as excited about this as I am, and it’s been really informative to hear other people’s takes on the character of Carrie and the book in general. Without further ado, on with the next recap!
All is not well in American suburbia. But when is it ever?
So, a few things.
The housekeeping first: yes, I am recapping a new book and yes, I haven’t yet finished Fifty Shades Freed. But, as I’m sure you can tell from my last couple of recaps, my heart hasn’t really been in those awful books for a while. I really can’t overstate how depressing, boring, and truly terrible EL James’ books are and frankly, I need a little bit of a break before I get over the final hump. I will go back to them (hopefully by the start of 2018), but for now, I need something new, something that I don’t actively dread doing. If you want to catch up on my other Fifty Shades recaps, you can find them here. More importantly, let’s get on to the fun stuff: my new recapping adventure.
When was the last time you were really scared?
I was watching the latest episode of American Horror Story, season seven’s premier titled Election Night, taking in the sight of Evan Peters pissing generously into a rapidly-ballooning condom that dominates the entire frame while gruntingly singing a bastardised verison of “La Cucaracha” and let out a sigh. Well, we’re back.
Yes, this blog has been a little quiet recently and I’m making a concentrated effort to get more stuff up in the next few weeks. And, much as I’ve been avoiding this shit for a long time, but there’s no escaping it: it’s time for another installment of Fifty Shades Freed, as this interminable book thunders on into eternity. The neverending fucking story, but this time without the false advertising.
So, I’m recently back from a holiday in Spain to visit my parents:
You’re jealous, I can tell
And a new milestone hit in my great quit smoking diaries. Which is, well, that I unquit for a little bit.
Earlier today, Adam Wingard, the director of Netflix’s cinematic Death Note adaptation, tweeted this:
You guys seem to like this little feature of mine, so I thought it was time to produce a special edition of TV Characters I Would Fight – namely, one that doesn’t solely include TV characters. Yes, it’s time to take a look at the world of superheros, and those amongst them I would fight the shit out of and win, provided they couldn’t use any of their special powers and also their limbs. To the list!
So, it’s been a while since I’ve done a good ol’ show review on this humble blog of mine, and, with The Defenders series (the Netflix Original that brings together Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist, who starred in their own series in the lead-up to this) finally dropping yesterday, it seems like I’ve got the perfect bit of blog fodder to dissect. Without further ado let’s talk about the sporadic highs and numerous lows Marvel’s latest release has to offer.
The Cutprice Guignol 