12/29/2014

Writing Wish-List

I heard of this super cool idea via Anne-girls blog, who said it was going around the blogosphere. And I can see why, because this is just the coolest thing ever. A writing wish-list. Just. What a great idea, peeps! What this is, is you're supposed to write down all the books you want to write in the future (but you haven't started yet). *rubs hands* Let's start!
 
 
A modern Little Dorrit
After writing a modern Anne of Green Gables and really enjoying that, I think I shall modernise more classics in the future. After I watched Little Dorrit, and thought I might, one day. It's a lovely story, but it would be a lot of work. But still, I really want to do that one day. 
 
A really sparkly, pinky, sugary book
I've once attempted this one, but it's really hard, and I only got past two paragraphs when I promptly gave up and started something different. One day I'd like to write a book where every sentence has a sparkly, sugary, pinky, fluffy word in it - where it simply drowns in gorgeousness. You know, a zizzy, zazzy blinky story with bling and glim and everything like that. And with loads of cakes. And luxury. And mirrors. And pink gown with furbelows. And lace frims, and all that.
Something like the screencaps of 'Marie Antoinette' (which I haven't seen, but it looks gorgeous):
 




A story where childhood friends fall in love
I've always loved that idea, you know. Especially after I watched Emma and Mr Knightley - which is just too adorable for words. Of course, I would need another plot on top of that one, but I'd like that idea in one of my future books somewhere. It's just ADORABLY SQUEEFUL. And then, they look back and remember their childish squabbles and giggle over that together in a romantic way... sigh, how lovely is that?!?
 
A story about the von Trapp children before Maria came by
Heehee, I've been wanting to do this for quite some time. I once started it, and made Louisa (who's for no particular reason my favourite von Trapp child) the main character. I started off by making her climb up into the current governesses bedroom with a jar of spiders in her hand, haha. Now I don't have that story anymore (lost on laptops - and besides it was very short and badly written) but it's always there, at the back of my head. I'd love to write a book about the von Trapp Children and all their pranks on the governesses.
"You were lucky. With Fraulein Hilda it was a snake."
"I haven't had this much fun since the day we put glue one Fraulein Ogla's toothbrush!"
 
 
Mr and Mrs Bennet's love story
THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. I know it's impossible. Well, it sounds impossible, right? But still, I'd like to try that one day. Now, that would be fun challenge.
 
A story about a British girl who gets evacuated to America during the Second World War
I love evacuation stories. They really fascinate me. I once read a book which was about a girl who came back from America after being evacuated there for six years, coming home to British as a teenaged girl and finding her real family much different than she had remembered. The book wasn't that good, but the idea fascinates me. I'd love to write a book about an evacuee... firstly, how she copes with leaving, secondly how she copes with her new American Family, and thirdly about going back and coping with the changes in her real family, as an older and more mature girl. I'm going to do this one day, and make it as fat as Gone with the Wind. Wouldn't that be thrilling?



A story about a lady who falls in love with someone, not realising he's a prince
Alright, I must say this idea doesn't originally come from my brain - there's a Christmassy Hallmark movie with that same idea (starring Jane Seymour as the pince's mother, Emma), but still - I want to try this one day. I recently stayed up really late imagining how I would react if I suddenly were as famous as Kate Middleton, and I think it would be fun to write.

This one
I'm not writing this whole one in the title, because long subtitles look plain weird.
It's: 'a story about a young woman who's on her way to visit a random friend, loses her bag which had the money and phone and everything, and is completely lost in the city. She goes to a cold Church and spends the night there. In the morning a young man *cue squeals from the girls, because he looks like Dan Stevens* finds her, almost dead, carries her in his arms *I KNOW, RIGHT* and nurses her to health. He's a perfect gentleman, and she's a perfect lady, and they slowly fall in love.'
Don't steal this idea (or any of these others, thanks (unless it's a really unoriginal one, of course, like 'childhood friends who fall in love'), it's mine and I'm going to use it. Soon. It's just so sweet, even though I say so myself.

 
Just because.
 
Yeah.

12/27/2014

To see if you like this...

Randomly nice picture
 
As you probably know, I never lack writing ideas. I started this new story recently, and I would like to know your opinions on it. This is the beginning, and I hope this is reader-approved.


Mrs Jimson was a lady who liked the colour green and had grey hair, dyed blonde. One Saturday morning, after she had made dinner in her red tiled kitchen, she called her son Martin. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, anyway. He was just lying on his bed, using his old Winnie-the-Pooh-Bear for a cushion, and staring at his Coca Cola poster which he had stuck on the ceiling. She thought it was about time for him to do some proper things. That particular ‘proper thing’, needed to be three things:

-       Educational

-       Time-consuming

-       With a purpose.

She and her husband, a man who looked like a Goldfinch, had talked this over the day before, in their bed with the orange flowered eiderdown, and had finally been able to think of one. It took a long time to think of, because Mr and Mrs Jimson had never been the cleverest people. But they had managed to find something which was both educational, time-consuming and which had a purpose. It was educational because it involved writing, time-consuming because it had to be done once every two days (or so they would tell him) and it had a purpose because it involved getting to know a person he knew nothing of.

Martin Jimson was going to have a pen friend.

‘A pen friend?’ asked Martin. ‘No. Sorry, but that’s the silliest notion – no. Don’t even think of it! I don’t even know this person! Why would I want to write stupid letters to it?’

‘He’s a nice boy called Michael Whrat. Your dads went to university together! They talked together on the phone yesterday evening, and it’s all settled. Every two days you will write a letter to this boy.’ Mrs Jimson smiled and then whispered. ‘Come on. I’ll be fun.’

Martin was stubborn, among other things, which included adoring sugar, never having less than one plaster somewhere on his body and telling people he didn’t enjoy things most people did. Being stubborn, he remained with that aforementioned attitude for several hours, even after Mrs Jimson threatened never to give him anything of her delicious banoffee pies for the rest of his life, which sounds like a promise she wouldn’t have kept. Mr Jimson told him Michael was looking forward to writing letters with him.

‘He’s not like me then,’ said Martin with a scowl. ‘Oh all right, all right. I’ll write letters to this stupid person, just so that mum will give me that last piece of banoffee pie – Mum, I said I would do it, can I now –’

So, with a big hefty sigh, Martin sat at his desk crowded with bits of school essay, cookie crumbs and a miniature statue of his least favourite actor, Charlie Chaplin, and started to write his first letter to the boy Michael Whrat, who he imagined was smaller and younger than him, blonde-haired, and ridiculously soppy. ‘Probably the kind of chump who enjoys placing scales on the piano,’ he said.

Hello Michael

My name is Martin and I’m ten years old. It’s absolute fright to write to you! Mum says I have to tell you about my favourite colour and all that. You don’t have to do the same, because I don’t really want to know anything about you. From the sound of your name alone I practically have to vomit. Please bear in mind during the rest of our lives that all the letters I write to you are all because I am forced with a threat of not having any banoffee pie for the rest of my life. None of these words I write to you are done with my hart. Right so, let get this over and done with so I can go and do something I actually enjoy. I don’t have a favourite colour and I don’t know what Mum means about ‘all that.’

Bye. Martin. x (Mum told me to add the x, or else it would certainly have not been there. Pip-pip.)

Martin read it over and thought about how nice he was about this whole situation. Then he put the letter in the envelope, licked it shut, and went downstairs to find something to eat so that the disgusting taste of envelope would get off his tongue. Martin was not having his best day. The following day, when he received a reply of his pen-friend (or rather, pen-enemy), did not vouchsafe to be much different.

Dear Martin, Your letter, although written with the intention of breaking me into the utmost tears and scaring me immensely – as it would have done with any cowardly person – amused me greatly. Your typo in the sixth line, however, never ceased to make me wince slightly whenever I thought back on it during the remainder of the day I had the honour of receiving your note. The word ‘heart’, when spelt without the second letter – thus happening to be an E in this case – can be mistaken by the word ‘hart,’ which is a male deer, my dear child. One must reread letters in order to overcome these little trifles. Nevertheless, for a boy as young as you, I must say your way of writing could be far worse, and therefore I shall overlook it cordially.

As you specifically asked for nothing whatsoever about myself, I dare say I shall stick to what I have written already and end hastily.

Yours, Theobald (I changed my name so you wouldn’t have to vomit. You’re excessively welcome, my dear boy, excessively welcome.)

Mother!?’ Martin crunched up his nose and stared at the letter. ‘Mother. What is this? How old this this Michael fellow? Sixty-two?’

12/21/2014

Ten random little things I like about 'The Sound of Music.'

The Sound of Music? One, if not THE, my favourite musical. I love basically everything about it. I won't mention the music, the scenery, the lack of bad words... blah. Those come naturally. In this post I'm going to share with you ten random little things I like about the Sound of Music (as you might have gathered from the title.) Ten things which you might not have thought about. Just. I'm curious to see whether you happen to like these ten little things too.
 
Coincidences and 'hey-I-thought-I-was-the-only-one's' happen a lot in the blogging world, I've recently noticed. Especially at my confessions blog, haha. I love the blogging world. It's far more interesting than the real world, I think. There's something really mysterious and, I don't know, weird, about it.
 
At Christmastime, we always rewatch 'The Sound of Music.' This year, we're actually going to do it on Christmas day. I made this post to get me in the mood. :-)

 
Georg's LOOK.
 
When he realises those children on the trees were actually his children.
 
 
 I love Kurt's snicker in this scene.

He's like, 'Heehee. Oops! My dad found us singing like lunatics and now he's going to be really angry! Gosh, this will make a nice scene! Fraulein Maria will conquer him. Ha, this is fun. Oops, I have to change my giggle into a cough so that my dad won't notice. Ahhhhem.'
 
 
This place.
 
This is my favourite spot in the whole movie. It's by no means my favourite scene, and definitely not my favourite song, but the spot... I ADORE IT. I love it more than the pretty glass house and the romantic lake, and the hills and the So-Do-La-Fa-Mi-Do-Re bridge (oh come on, you know what I mean) and any place in the movie. That spot has captured my heart. Simply, naturally, beautiful. And I love the way Maria walks through it.
 
Talking about this scene, I personally thing 'The Hills are Alive' is a... well, yes - boring song. I used to like it much more than I do now, but it's seriously wearing off me. When she ends her song with, 'And I'll sing... once more...' I'm like, 'No. I've had enough.' I guess that's what you get when you watch a movie every single year at least once.


I think the Edelweiss bouquet Gretl gives the Baroness is so pretty. :-)
 
 
The Captain and Maria as a couple.
 
I won't pretend this is my favourite couple ever, because honestly, there's Darcy and Lizzy, Emma and Kightley, Amy and Arthur and all those priceless ones, but Georg and Maria together as husband and wife is just so gorgeous and cute and lovely and melting.
 
I love how they compliment each other -- Georg makes a serious, more-sensible person of Maria, and Maria makes a funny and more-cheerful person of Georg. Adorable couple, those two!
 
 
Liesl's eyes.
 
When I was I little girl, I adored Liesl's eyes. And eh - I still do. They are just so light and blue and glassy and pretty. GORGEOUS PAIR OF EYES.
 

Frederich's facial expressions.

Frederich von Trapp - the 'impossible' one - has some lovely and also quite adorable facial expressions. I love his smile... and especially the one he puts on when Gretl does the 'ahhhh' in the scene where she asks why her name is always last, and his almost lovey-dovey look when Maria yodels on. I always look out for them. :-)
 
 
Kurt's kiss.
 
KURT'S KISS. Bwhhahahahaaa.
 
No seriously, it's hilarious. What is he doing, actually? Kind of lingering near her check with his and not knowing how to approach her's the right way, or what? And... ha, the way the Captain finally tells him that he can run off and play. You know, Kurt never kissed her. :-P
 
 
I love that pink lemonade. You know, there's something I love about bright pink drinks. :-)
 
 

Maria's blanket.
 
Honestly, THOSE BLANKETS. Or just blanket, I don't know. It seems to have several layers, but I'm not sure. I don't really care for the goldy colour, but the sinkable, swoonyness of it really makes me jealous! I lurve that blanket.
 
Of course, I have loads more random little Sound of Music things I just plain enjoy and like rewatching and noticing - these were just the first ones that popped into my head. Do you like these 'things' I mentioned? Are there any other particularly favourite ones? Tell me in the comments, please!
 
 
 

12/16/2014

New Blog Look!

 
Hello dears! Today I was fiddling around and the end was... this new blog look.
 
Mmm.
 
That's what I'm saying right now. Mmm. I'm not sure what to think of it.
 
Please, let me know what you think of it!

12/06/2014

My favourite Emma09 scenes

My posts 'favourite P&P95 scenes' seemed quite popular last week, and one of my lovely commenters suggested I'd do a post of my favourite Emma 2009 scenes. What a good idea, I said. :-)
 
As with Pride and Prejudice, I basically adore every single scene of this movie. But of course, there are some particularly personal favourites. Be warned though, I will gush a lot during this post. And mention the word 'love' a lot. Because yeah, I love Emma 2009.
 

Knightley: I've always thought it a bad friendship for you, Emma. But now that I think of it, I think it is worse for Miss Smith. Men of sense do not want silly wives. And most men of family will be afraid of the disgrace that they get caught up in if and when the mystery of her parentage is revealed. You let her marry Robert Martin, she's respectable and happy for ever. Set her sights higher, she may end up at Mrs Goddard's for the rest of her life.
Emma: We think so differently about this, I think we should stop talking about it. And as for my letting her marry Robert Martin, it is impossible. Harriet has refused him. She must abide by her decision. I do not pretend to have that much influence, just a little. But really, his appearance was so much against him and his manner so bad that if she ever were disposed to favour him, she certainly doesn't now.
Knightley: What nonsense.
Emma: I really think it is time for tea and yet it has not appeared. Do you think I should call Father in?
Knightley: Well, I suppose it is no great loss - for Mr Martin, that is. He will get over her soon, I hope. But I know that your love of matchmaking means that you are more to do with this than you so modestly deny.
Emma: That is the real reason you are annoyed.
Knightley: I gave my advice and you gave yours, but it was mine that prevailed and you do not want to admit it.
Emma: I am so pleased you have come back, for we will always be friends.
 
Knightley: I came back to say this, Emma. As you make no secret of your matchmaking, I assume that you would not have taken this drastic step unless you had another suitor in mind. And as a friend, I will just hint to you that if Elton is the chosen man, Elton will not do. He knows he is a very handsome young man and will never marry cheaply. I've heard him speak with great animation of a large family of young ladies who all have 20,000 apiece. Harriet and Robert are not your playthings, your dolls, to be told what to do and to marry under the table at your bidding. They're flesh and blood! And one day, you will bitterly regret your meddling.


 
The Argument scene. Why do I love this scene so much? Emma's beautiful dress? Partly. Mr Knightley so awesomely angry? Partly. The pretty wallpaper and flower bouquet? Partly. The fact that those two have such interesting arguments? Yes. Partly. This scene is just a joy to watch! I love it!!! :-D
 
 
Knightley: There you are!
Emma: Oh, you are angry with me?
Knightley: With you? No. Why would I be?
Emma: I thought you had a look about you to scold me, as you used to.
Knightley: Oh. Time, Emma, will heal the wound. Abominable scoundrel! They will soon be gone to Yorkshire. I feel sorry for her!
Emma: You are talking of Mr Churchill and Miss Fairfax?
Knightley: Mmm.
Emma: I, er I must put the record straight. You are mistaken if you feel I am in need of your compassion. No, honestly. I was blind to their attachment, and I blush when I think of some of the things that I said and did but please believe me when I say that I have no other reason to regret I did not know their secret earlier.
Knightley: I have to confess, I was not quite sure how far you were entangled. However small your regard, he did not deserve it. He is a disgrace to the name of man.
Emma: I am ashamed of my conduct. My vanity was flattered. When he first came back, I thought I was attracted to him, but I have been examining the workings of my heart and I can, truly, say this. He has taken advantage of me but he has not injured me.
Knightley: Frank Churchill is a fortunate man. He finds an ideal mate, his aunt is in the way, his aunt dies. He has used everybody badly, yet they are all desperate to forgive him.
Emma: You speak as though you envied him.
Knightley: I do envy him, Emma. His secret is out at least. You will not ask me my secret? Yes, you are wise, but I cannot be, - so I must tell you.
Emma: - No, please, don't tell me! Take a little time to think of what you are going to say. For once said, it cannot be unsaid!
Knightley: I will obey you.
Emma: Wait. Wait! Please, stop! I am sorry. We are old friends. I will hear anything you want about anyone. And I will tell you exactly what I think, as your friend.
Knightley: I don't – Friends indeed! I do want you to be honest. So, tell me. Have I no chance of succeeding? My dearest Emma! For that is what you always have been, and you always will be – My most beloved Emma. I cannot make speeches. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. I have lectured you and scolded you and you have borne it as no other woman would have.
Emma: Can this be true?
Knightley: You'll get nothing but the truth from me. So tell me what you think.
Emma: I find I do not know what to think.

 
The Proposal scene // The AWESOMEST scene ever!!! I have to scream. I just have to. Let me scream. AHHHHH. There, I feel better now. This scene. is. just. SOOOO filled with gooey cuteness and adorbsness and... I have to scream again. I can't tell you how much I love this scene! I can quote it practically line by line. My favourite part is, of course, when Mr Knightley does his famous 'If I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more', and I also love when he says, 'Yes, I do envy him - Emma.' The way he adds her name to the end of the sentence makes me literally MELT. This couple is zee sweetest ever!!!
 
 
Harriet: Oh it is a riddle!
Emma: Exactly, a love poem. He said it was to add to our collection, but I think we can guess it relates to his regard for you. I must say, I do wonder it has taken him so long to make his feelings known.

"My first displays the wealth and pomp of kings."
"Another view of man, my second brings, the monarch of the seas."
"Thy ready wit the word will soon supply."
"Oh, dear, I can't decipher."

Well, well, look here. "The wealth and pomp of kings." "Kings", what does that suggest? Perhaps court? The monarch of the seas. "Seas"? Maybe a ship? Ship? Court?
Harriet: Ship-court! Is that it?
Emma: Try again. What might "ship" and "court" signify?

Harriet: No. Courtship!

Emma: Courtship. See here, and here.

 
Ship-court scene. It's just so funny. Harriet is seriously a little empty in the head, don't you think? But it makes a funny scene. I always have to giggle when I think about it!
 
 
Knightley: If only you were as sensible with those outside the family and not subject them to your fancy, we would never disagree.
Emma: Ah, of course, and I am always in the wrong.

Knightley: Well, I was your considerable superior in years when you were the age of little Emma here.

Emma: And I am sure that you were by far my superior in judgement when I was. But surely we have grown closer in judgement as the years have passed? Well, I had the advantage of not being a pretty woman and a spoilt child.

Knightley: Come, let's be friends, hmm? And say no more about it. Tell your aunt, little Emma, not to renew old grievances.

Emma: Very true, little one. Grow up to be a far better woman than your aunt. Be infinitely cleverer and not so conceited.

 
The baby scene is another Emma/Knightley one that just makes me melt. These two are just such an adorable couple!!! And I love how they both coo at their little niece... I have the feeling both of them are thinking of their own family in the future... you know, it's just so... ah love it.
 
 
Knightley: Who will you dance with?
Emma: Why, you, if you will ask me?
Knightley: Will you dance, dear Emma?

 
The Dance Scene. Again, absolutely overflowing with gorgeous sweetness, this scene is. 'Will you dance, dear Emma?' AWWWW. And then they dance... and you feel the tension between them. This is like their first romantic-ish scene and it's SO SWEET.
 
  
 Basically, all the scenes with Mr Knightley are my favourites... and all the other ones are my favourites too. Heehee. Yes, I love this movie sooo much!
 
What are your favourite Emma 2009 scenes?
Are they mentioned in in this post?
 

12/05/2014

Anne of Gables Green // Questions on finished book

I found this list of questions for people who participated in the National Novel Writing Month here. I didn't actually participate in the NaNoWriMo thingy, but I did finish a book in a month, so I decided to answer them questions. Besides, I can never resist a good list of interesting questions. I just ache to answer them.
1. On a scale of 1 (worst) to 10 (best) how well do you think this book turned out?
Ah, look here, you can't do this to me. I must admit I am proud of my lil' book. But yeah, if I rate it higher than eight, I sound like this pompous person who flatters herself unashamedly for the whole world to read. So, I suppose I rate it 8/10. It's by no means perfect. By no means. But yes, it's pretty good. I worked hard on it, and I think it would please some bookworms.
About my book: I've written a modern retelling of Anne of Green Gables. It's called Anne of Gables Green. So no, I didn't swap those two words by accident in the title. :-P

 2. Have you ever rewritten or edited one of your books before? If so, what do you do to prepare yourself? If not, what’s your plan?
I'm now in the process of editing Anne of Gables Green. I don't like this as much as writing. In fact, not half as much. I find it rather tedious and challenging. I'm just like, 'Okay it's finished! Now I want to start something different. I'm sick of the book.'
But that can not be so. I have to stick to me own strict rules. Edit ten pages every day, Naomi. DO it.

 3. What’s your final word-count? Do you plan to lengthen or trim your book?
As I said, I didn't participate in this Na-No thingy. In the Na-No thingy, the goal is 50,000 words. AoGG has 30,000, rounded down. Yes, it's not too bad, and yes, it could be more. But it's a children's book, and we have many books in our house twice as small. THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO BIG. Love it!

 4. What’s are you most proud of? Plot, characters, or pacing?
Heehee. I have a lot to owe to Lucy Maud Montgomery! She thought of the story and the characters and all that! But I must say I'm proud of the way I paced this book. I have little sections of characters talking in present first-person. So I'll have Anne Shirley talking in one chapter, Bert Gillson (Gilbert Blythe) in another, Marilla in another... and so on. I'm also really proud of Bert Gillson. I don't know, I just think he's funny. I definitely loved writing him the best!

 5. What’s your favourite bit of prose or line from this novel?
Oh! Good question. Nice question, that is. Well, I'm fond of this part, where Bert Gillson finds out Marilla and Matt are going to adopt a boy. Yes, the fact that it's a girl hasn't been revealed at that stage:
  Hey! I’ve got a text message. Let me see.
It’s Marilla Cutch!!! What on earth!?! Marilla Cutch – that old, Victorian lady – Does she like know what texting IS?!
But anyway, no prejudices, she’s a kind lady, and – WHAT! SHE TELLS ME SHE AND MATT ARE GOING TO ADOPT A BOY AND THAT – Oh my goodness!
Oh my WORD.
You probably don’t understand. Marilla Cutch and Matt Cutch are this pair of old siblings who live at Gables Green (which is a pretty boring place apart from the fact that it’s green and has Wi-Fi) and who live on their apples and – I mean, they can’t adopt a boy.
I mean, they can, but I mean, like, no. They can’t. I mean, I don’t understand. Like.
You see what I mean, with 'fun to write'?

6. What aspect of your book needs the most work?
Good sentences and fine paragraphing and commas on the right places and all that. And things like typos and me writing 'you' instead of 'your'. You know. Bleh.

7. What aspect of your book is your favourite?
The fact that it's Anne of Green Gables, but yet so different. And the fact that the characters really interact with their readers.

 8. How are your characters? Well-rounded, or do they still need to be fleshed-out?
Well-rounded. Most definitely. Creating characters is something I'm good at. Oh goodness, Naomi Bennet honey, you make me blush.

 9. If you had to do it over again, what would you change about the whole process?
Nope. It's okay the way it is, I think.

 10. Did anything happen in your book that completely surprised you? Have any scenes or characters turned out differently to what you planned? Good or bad?
Oh yes. When I had the idea of writing a modern Anne of Green Gables first, I wanted to write it in the past tense, in the way the original AoGG was written. Then I toyed with ideas, started to experiment on the first chapter... yes, I was surprised how much I enjoyed writing in the kind of vlog-ish way.
Oh yes, at first I intended to kill Matthew, like in the real book. But then I couldn't. I have such fondness for the dear fella. Of course, that's a good thing!

 11. What was the theme and message? Do you think it came across? If not, is there anything you could do to bring it out more?
Theme? Message? Well, Anne learns to forgive people. Hey yes, perhaps I should bring that aspect of Anne learning something more.

 12. Do you like writing with a deadline (like NaNoWriMo) or do you prefer to write-as-it-comes?
DEADLINE. I need deadlines. I love deadlines.

 13. Comparative title time! What published books, movies, or TV shows are like your book? (Ex: Inkheart meets X-Men, etc.)
Heehee. Anne of Green Gables of course, Anne of Gables Fables, Lizzie Bennet Diaries... to name a few.

 14. How do you celebrate a finished novel?!
I celebrate it by squealing and dancing and toying with new book ideas. Not kidding. I started my next book the moment I typed 'the end'. Well, maybe I squealed for a half-an-hour in between.

15. When people are done reading your book, what feeling do you want them to come away with?
I want them to laugh. I want them to want to read it again. I want them to say it was almost as good as the real Anne of Green Gables. No, I don't think that will ever happen, haha. Montgomery is way better of a writer than I am. Zee truth, that.

Do you like the sound of my book?
Do you prefer writing or editing?

11/29/2014

My favourite P&P95 scenes

*happy sigh*
 
Let's talk about Pride and Prejudice. The one version. The good one. Of course, you know me, I love all it's scenes to itty-bitty-bits, but some of them stand up in it's own particular way. Here are some of my favourite P&P95 scenes.
 
 
Mrs Bennet:  Jane! Jane! Oh, my dear Jane! 
Jane:   What is the matter? 
Mrs Bennet:  He is come! He is come! 
Jane:   Who is come? 
Mrs Bennet:  Mr Bingley, of course! Make haste, make haste, hurry down! Oh, gracious, you’re not half dressed! Hill! Hill! Oh, where is Hill? Never mind, Sarah. You must come to Miss Bennet this moment. Come along, girl, and help her on with her gown! Never mind Miss Lizzy’s hair! 
Kitty:   Mama! Mama! Where is my new locket that Lydia brought me from London? Mary, have you seen my new locket? 
Mary:   I shouldn't know it if I did see it; I care nothing for such baubles. 
Mrs Bennet:  Oh, never mind your locket, girl. Jane, stir yourself. He is here, he is here! 
Jane:   Mama, Lizzy and I will be down as soon as we can. Let Kitty go down, she is forwarder than any of us. 
Mrs Bennet:  Oh, hang Kitty, what has she to do with it? Jane, be quick! Oh, where is your muslin dress, dear? Oh, Hill! Hill! Where is Hill?
 
 

The Hall Scene. It's just so outroarously funny. Mrs Bennet in a panicky mood? Just a feast for the eye, haha. This scene really shows everyone's characters - Mrs Bennet yelling, Kitty talking about something entirely different, Jane trying to please her mother and help everywhere, Lizzy sensible, but on the background, and Mary sullen, as she always is.
 

She runs out. In the hall, Mr Collins steps briskly from his room, humming a merry tune to himself. He pulls up short with a startled gasp as Lydia runs out and they confront each other. Lydia gasps in shock as well, clutching her dress to her bosom. They juggle for space to pass one another. Mr Collins puts up a hand to avert his gaze. Lydia sees the funny side, and begins to giggle hysterically. She runs off to her room. Mr Collins regains his dignity as he descends the stairs, but is brought up short by sounds of unbridled mirth from the girls' bedroom - Lydia has evidently told Kitty. Outside Netherfield. The house is warmly lit and inviting. Carriages arrive briskly at the front steps. Music can be heard from within. The Bennet's carriage arrives. Mr Collins gets out first, and extends his hand to Lizzie.
 
 
The Lydia-Collins hall bump. Another hall scene! Is it wicked of me to enjoy this scene? Well, I do. I makes me Lydia-snort every time. I love Lydia's giggles, and I rather love seeing Mr Collins so appalled. So yeah. Secret is out, I suppose - I love this scene.
 

Elizabeth:  I believe we must have some conversation, Mr Darcy. A very little will suffice. You should say something about the dance, perhaps. I might remark on the number of couples. 
Darcy:   Do you talk by rule, then, when you're dancing? 
Elizabeth:  Yes, sometimes it is best. Then we may enjoy the advantage of saying as little as possible. 
Darcy:   Do you consult your own feelings in this case, or seek to gratify mine?               

Elizabeth:  Both, I imagine. We each have an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room. 
Darcy:   ’Tis no very striking resemblance of your own character, I'm sure. Uh, do you often walk into Meryton? 
Elizabeth:  Yes, quite often. When you met us the other day, we’d just been forming a new acquaintance. 
Darcy:   Mr Wickham has the happy manners that enable him to make friends. Whether he is equally capable of keeping them is less certain. 
Elizabeth:  He has been unlucky as to lose your friendship in a way he’s likely to suffer for all his life. 
Sir William:  Allow me to congratulate you, sir! Such superior dancing is rarely to be seen. I'm sure you’ll own your fair partner is well worthy of you. I hope to have this pleasure often repeated, especially when a certain desirable event takes place, eh Miss Lizzy? What congratulations will then flow in! 
Elizabeth:  Sir, I . . . . 
Sir William:  Nay, nay, I understand. I'll not detain you one moment longer from your bewitching partner, sir. A pleasure, sir. Capital! Capital! 
Elizabeth:  I remember hearing you once say that you hardly ever forgave, that your resentment once created was implacable. You are very careful, are you not, in allowing your resentment to be created? 
Darcy:   I am. 
Elizabeth:  And never allow yourself to be blinded by prejudice? 
Darcy:   I hope not. May I ask to what these questions tend? 
Elizabeth:  Merely to the illustration of your character; I am trying to make it out. 
Darcy:   And what is your success? 
Elizabeth:  I cannot get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as to puzzle me exceedingly. 
Darcy:   I wish, Miss Bennet, that you would not attempt to sketch my character at the present moment. I fear the performance would reflect no credit on either of us. 
Elizabeth:  Bit if I don't take your likeness now, I may never have another opportunity. 
Darcy:   I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours.


 
Lizzy and Darcy's dance. Of course! This is one of my absolute favourite scenes. Elizabeth and Darcy dance their first dance. What I love about this is that they didn't try to make it romantic. In P&P05 they had them look dreamily in each others eyes, as if they both knew they were destined to be together. I don't need that, thank you. Here, it's a rather march-y dance, and no lovey-dovey talk. Both talk shortly and tartly. But then... In the back of everyone's mind, there's a little feelsy tension between them... Gahh. Love this scene.
 

Mrs Bennet:  Oh, Mr Bennet! You are wanted immediately. We are all in uproar. You must come and make Lizzy marry Mr Collins, for she vows she will not have him, and if you do not make haste, Mr Collins will change his mind and he will not have her. 
Mr Bennet:  I have not the pleasure of understanding you. Of, ah, what are you talking? 
Mrs Bennet:  Of Mr Collins and Lizzy! Lizzy declares she will not have Mr Collins, and Mr Collins begins to say he will not have Lizzy. 
Mr Bennet:  Well, what am I to do on the occasion? It seems a hopeless business. 
Mrs Bennet:  Speak to Lizzy about it yourself! Tell her you insist upon her marrying him! 
Mr Bennet:  Let her come in. 
Mrs Bennet:  Lizzy! Lizzy! Your father wishes to speak to you. 
Mr Bennet:  Come here, my child. I, ah, I understand Mr Collins has made you an offer of marriage. It is true? 
Elizabeth:  Yes, sir. 
Mr Bennet:  Very well. And, ah, this, ah, this offer of marriage you have refused. 
Elizabeth:  I have. 
Mr Bennet:  I see. Well we now come to the point. Your mother insists on your accepting him. Is it not so, Mrs Bennet? 
Mrs Bennet:  Yes, or I will never see her again! 
Mr Bennet:  An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr Collins, and, ah, I will never see you again if you do. 
Mrs Bennet:  Oh, Mr Bennet!


 
The Unhappy Alternative scene is my ALL TIME favourite. Not the end. I can't tell you how much I love this scene. Love the Daddy-daughter love, the Mrs Bennet hysteria, the funniness. It cracks me up evvvery single time. If you didn't laugh while watching this scene, there's something seriously wrong with you. I mean, seriously, just looking at these screencaps... I'm snickering.
 

Kitty:   Lizzy! Do you mind if I just run down the lane here to call on Maria Lucas? 
Elizabeth:  Uh, no, not at all. Mr Darcy, I can go no longer without thanking you for your kindness to my poor sister. Ever since I have known of it, I have been most anxious to tell you how grateful I am, for my family and for myself. You must not blame my aunt for telling me. Lydia betrayed it first, and then I couldn't rest till I knew everything. I know what trouble and what mortification it must have cost you. Please let me say this, please allow me to thank you, on behalf of all my family, since they don't know to whom they are indebted. 
Darcy:   If you will thank me, let it be for yourself alone. Your family owes me nothing. Much as I respect them, I believe I thought only of you. You’re too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever. 
Elizabeth:  Oh, my feelings . . . my feelings are . . . I’m ashamed to remember what I said then. My feelings are so different. In fact, they are quite the opposite. 
Darcy:   Lady Catherine told me of her meeting with you. I may say that her disclosure had quite the opposite effect to the one she intended. It taught me to hope as I’d scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. I knew that had you absolutely decided against me, you would have acknowledged it openly. 
Elizabeth:  Oh, yes, you know enough of my frankness to believe me capable of that! After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations. 
Darcy:   And what did you say of me that I did not deserve? My behaviour to you at the time was unpardonable; I can hardly think of it without abhorrence. Your reproof I shall never forget: "Had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner." You know not how those words have tortured me. 
Elizabeth:  I had not the smallest idea of their ever being taken in such a way. 
Darcy:   I can easily believe it. You thought me devoid of every proper feeling, I’m sure you did. The turn of your countenance I shall never forget. You said that I could not have addressed you in any possible way that would induce you to accept me. 
Elizabeth:  Oh, do not repeat what I said then! 
Darcy:   No, I have been a selfish being all my life. As a child I was given good principles, but was left to follow them in pride and conceit. And such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth.

 
The nicest scene. Or whatever. This scene is just so, so, so SWEET. It's so suitable, so romantic, so darling, so gaaaah. Looking at these screencaps makes me want to watch the movie all over again. I can't wait for my birthday - then I'm going to watch the movie. Anyway, long story short (well, ha. I haven't written a 'long story' have I?) this is the marvellous, darling, gooey scene there ever was. Love you, P&P95 makers.
 

Miss Bingley:  You are very quiet this evening, Mr Darcy. I sincerely hope you're not pining for the loss of Miss Eliza Bennet. 
Darcy:   What?

Excuse me.
 
The 'What' scene. Now, this is a very short, snippy little scene for which I have an extreme fondness for. For those of you who haven't scene this movie (pun intended), you won't understand why I enjoy this scene. It's the way Mr Darcy says 'what' - and Caroline's slighted face afterwards. Priceless scene.
 
 
I basically love all the scenes. Including... the Meryton Assembly scene, the 'Not handsome enough to tempt me' scene, the 'Lydia-bad-news' scene, Mr Darcy comforting Lizzy scene, the last wedding scene, the 'Mary, Grimstock!' scene, the 'Slumber dear Maid' scene, the 'six inches in the mud' scene... Yup, you definitely get the point. Loads of favourites. :-)
 
 
Now I'll close off with one last favourite scene:
 
Mr Bennet:  Are you out of your senses to be accepting this man, Lizzy? Have you not always hated him? 
Elizabeth:  Papa . . . .
Mr Bennet:  I, I've given him my consent. He's the kind of man, indeed, to whom I should never dare refuse anything. But let me advise you to think the better of it. I know your disposition, Lizzy. My child, let me not have the grief of seeing you unable to respect your partner in life. He’s rich to be sure, but will he make you happy? 
Elizabeth:  Have you any objections apart from your belief in my indifference? 
Mr Bennet:  None whatever. We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him. 
Elizabeth:  I do. I do like him. I love him. Indeed he has no improper pride. He’s perfectly amiable. If you only knew his generous nature. I didn't always love him, but I love him now so very dearly. He is truly the best man I have ever known. 
Mr Bennet:  Well, my dear, if this be the case, he deserves you. I could not have parted with you to anyone less worthy, Lizzy.
 
Am I the only one who chokes up during that scene? It's just so sweet. :-)
 
What are some of your favourite P&P scenes?
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