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Wilkie and Lingering Movie Title Confusion (They Are Unrelated)

You guys you guys you guys. Laura at Devouring Texts posted about Wilkie Collins's Armadale today, and LET'S DO ANOTHER WILKIE READALONG. I know I said we should do The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis, and THAT IS STILL A GOOD IDEA, but I totally think we should read The Moonstone instead. For now. Monk later, Moonstone now.


OH HOW EXCITING.

Otherly, I'm working on The Price of Salt, which Sue Perkins said was great, and thus far is basically: young poor girl living in NYC in the ('50s? '60s?) isn't so into her boyfriend and huh, she doesn't quite get why, and also she works at a department store, and ONE DAY a lady comes in to buy a doll and this girl is all 'I WANT TO NUZZLE YOUR NECK, HOW ODD' and then she sends this lady a Christmas card and the lady invites her to her house to hang out, because that's normal.

That's how far I am right now. There's still a lot left. I was trying to read it in Toronto, but I was pretty drunk in Toronto. This book's a bit too subtle for hungover reading. Unlike The Bloggess's book, which is all "AND THEN WE DRESSED A BABY RACCOON IN PAJAMA BOTTOMS," which is nice and upfront about what it's trying to convey (namely that that is ADORABLE).

The Price of Salt is by Patricia Highsmith, who's mainly known for The Talented Mr. Ripley and APPARENTLY Strangers on a Train. I still confuse The Talented Mr. Ripley with Teaching Mrs. Tingle, probably because I saw neither movie and according to Wikipedia they BOTH came out in '99. You can't do that to me, Film Industry. It's 13 years later and I'm still confused.

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