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World War II, Tibette, Agatha Christie, yeah, I think we're covered for this post

I have a review of The Night Watch in the works, but I've gotten very lazy re writing down quotes in that I take a picture of the page (I know), and all those pictures are on my laptop, which is not here. I'm sure the prospect of a Night Watch review has everyone on tenterhooks, so here's a brief one: World War II. London. Everyone is gay. The Germans bomb a lot of shit. Obviously it was excellent.

I'm rather out of it at the moment because, despite my efforts at going to bed early last night, I fell into a Tibette hole, and it's REALLY hard to get out of those. You remember Tibette, right? Tina? Bette? The L Word? Where everyone loves Bette because she's Jennifer Beals and kind of the main character, but that is B.S. because Tina is amazing and needs more respect?


Anyway, so you can't just watch ONE Tina/Bette clip, because then you need to watch that clip from when they were at the party and back together but no one KNEW they were back together and then they almost kissed but THEN PEOPLE CAME BACK IN THE ROOM and it was angsty and awesome. And then...there are other clips. And then you're in the Tibette hole and there is no sleep for you.

I started an obscene number of books over Christmas. I already had like nine on my 'Currently Reading' list, and then the place where my parents/brothers and I stayed has a library, so rather than work on the books I brought, obviously I started Murder at the Vicarage, which is the FIRST Miss Marple, and it is great. I suspected everyone and I was still surprised. 

Remember how I was all 'Agatha Christie isn't good at characters but whatever because her mysteries are good'? Yeah, the former part of that is totally false. It's the case in And Then There Were None, probably because that book is pretty much just Clue but with a lot more murder, so the main point is getting the people to the isolated location and having the mystery. You don't need to get to know them. But here, the story's narrated by the vicar, and I love him and I love various other characters that I can't get into because then you might know they weren't the MURDERER, but basically you should read all the Agatha Christie.

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