Interview with Emily Ann Putzke!

Emily Ann Putzke has written this book called Resist, and it's just released and let me tell you, as an honoured advance reader, I can tell you that it's GOOD. It's really moving as well as deep and... true. It really happened. The book made me cry, and I highly recommend it.

I'm honoured to be a part of Emily's book blog tour... and here's an interview with the One And Only Authoress of the One And Only Resist. :-D

1. When and how did you first 'discover' the Scholl family?

I first read about the Scholl family in November of 2014. Resistance during WWII really fascinates me, so I was looking on Pinterest for pictures and facts about the German resistance. That's when I came across Sophie and Hans Scholl. Their story really touched me, so I got all the books about them I could get my hands on. The rest, as they say, is history!

2. What inspired you to write down their story?

When I read the full story Hans and Sophie it made me sit there in awe and sorrow. Hans and Sophie were around my age and they had such a strong sense of right and wrong that they were willing to die in the fight against evil. I wanted the world to know about them and be inspired by their story as I have been.  

3. The story is obviously a very sad one (I cried while reading it) - did you cry while writing it? Is it a story you get emotional about?

I think I cried the most while doing the research because the story was still new and fresh to me. Maybe the writing didn’t make me cry as much because I put myself in Hans’ place for the entire novel … maybe some of his courage was passed on to me. “I knew what I took upon myself and I was prepared to lose my life by doing so …. please don’t be too grieved that I have to leave this earth so soon .... please know that Sophie and I couldn’t have acted in any other way.” But I can’t deny that the ending was hard and I had tears burning in my eyes as I wrote the final words.

4. Which character do you relate the most to?

I’m more reserved and introverted, like Sophie. I’m also similar to Hans, though. I can be a bit impulsive and jump into projects with lots of gusto like him. I can relate to both of them in different ways.

5. Are there any fictional characters in this book? Which characters did you make up yourself?

There are only a handful of fictional characters in Resist such as a few of the soldiers. Although, I did base some of the soldiers on people Hans mentioned in his Eastern Front diary. Roland, the medical student Hans serves with in France was fictional, as was the red-headed soldier, Otto. Everyone else was either real, or based on a real person.

6. Are there any soundtracks/songs you listened to while writing this book? Any songs that remind you of RESIST?

I listened to Schindler's List and Sophie Scholl: The Final Days. When I listen to them, they bring me back to writing Resist. It’s amazing what a strong hold music has on our memory!

7. Was 'RESIST' the first title you considered? If not, could you tell me what some of the other titles were? (I like these little behind-the-scenes facts. :-))

I really can’t remember having another title in mind except for maybe Resistance, but that didn’t feel right. I liked the sound of Resist from the get-go. Boring answer, sorry!

8. If 'they' would make a movie about Hans Scholl, who would you cast as Hans?

There is already a German film about Hans and Sophie Scholl that was made in 2005. It’s about their final days, however, so ‘they’ should make another film that covers more of Hans’ story. That being said, I absolutely love the actor, Fabian Hinrichs who portrayed Hans, but he’s eleven years older now. Does he have a younger brother? I’d cast him.

About the Author:
Emily Ann Putzke is a young novelist, historical reenactor, and history lover. You can learn more about Emily and her books on her blog, Goodreads, TwitterFacebook, and Instagram. 

Thank you so much, Emily for writing this amazing book + for answering my questions!

People reading, head over here for the fantastic giveaway Emily's hosting!!! AND BUY THE BOOK, because it's quite something. :-D

Random + The Happy Tag

(Hands up if you want to live in Miss Potter's house up there.)

I haven't been posting much lately, haven't I? Well, t'ain't that bad, but for me, it's pretty quiet on the posting service. It's just that this week... I'm kind of lacking in inspiration. Even writing down a 'what I've been doing' post would be kind of a boring post, because I haven't exactly done anything special this week. Oh wait; wrong attitude. :-P I read some of Celia Garth, I found that gorgeous picture of Miss Potter's gorgeous house, I wrote a small epistle on 'The History of my Dolls' which was so much fun to write, and I did a lot of doodling in sketchbooks. Oh, and I slightly redid my desk again, and chatted with Emma on Wednesday evening which resulted with laughing till I cried. But for the rest, school work and tiredness kind of took over these past five days. SO. I'm super relieved it's Saturday today, and that it's Sunday tomorrow. I love Saturdays and Sundays. Weekends are my one weakness.

(This is from a movie called Valmont, which no, I have no clue whether its good or not.) (I'm assuming not, although it looks gorgeous.)

To spruce up my slightly bleh-attitude, I'm going to focus on the positive and fill out The Happy Tag, as it's called. Hamlette and Eva both tagged 'anyone who wanted to', and I want to, so therefore... y'know, my filling it out. Basically you need to list stuff that makes you happy under the categories 'Books', 'Words', 'Movies/TV', 'Scents', 'Songs' and 'Misc.' (I agree with Eva - there should be a 'Fictional Characters' category. So I'm adding it.)

(This is from a movie called From Time to Time. Haven't seen it, but it looks cute.)

BOOKS. // To Kill a Mockingbird (That book just blows me away. My goodness.) // Celia Garth // Jubilee Trail // The Emily Series by Lucy Maud Montgomery // The book Emma is currently writing // Anne of Green Gables - My Daughter and Me // Gone with the Wind // The book of Proverbs // Corinthians // The Gospels //

WORDS. // Gossamer // Pulchritudinous // Sassyface // Blustery // Innocent // Jolly // Everlasting // Quaint // Dainty // Pluviophile (that means 'a lover of rain.') (Heh, why yes, I'm a pluviophile.) // Silvery // Breathe //

(Whatever this movie is from - I WANT TO SEE IT.)

MOVIES/TV. // Downton Abbey // Brooklyn (no I haven't seen it yet, but OH I WANT to.) // Our Zoo // To Kill a Mockingbird (Gregory Peck is just... flawless) // Emma 2009 // All the Good Jane Austen Adaptations // Little House on the Prairie // The Young Victoria // Miss Potter. (I need to rewatch Miss Potter so badly...) //

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. (Haha, yes, I'm adding this.) // ATTICUS FINCH // Scout // Jem // Boo Radley // Celia Garth // Luke Ansell // Vivian Lacy // Emily Starr // Ruby Gillis // Atticus Finch // Atticus Finch //

(The Young Victoria. Never was there a movie with more eyecandy.)

SCENTS. // Chocolate (I've been living on chocolate these past days) // Mars Bars // A meal of pasta and tomato sauce // Waffles (a Belgian speciality ;-)) // Old Books and New Books // Mornings (why yes, you can smell mornings // Buttered Toast //

SONGS. // Any song sung by Laura Osnes, but especially Get Happy and Climb Every Mountain // The moving and SAAAD soundtrack of Brooklyn // This very fun song sung by Jane Powell, Ann Miller and Debbie Reynolds called Why Oh Why // 

(Apparently this is from a version of Great Expecations. Look at 'er silky sheeny dress.)

MISC. // The silvery moon behind yellowy clouds // Looking at the latest fashions in the shop windows // Emails from dear friends // Good Books // The Magic of Fiction // Well, just read this post - it made me very happy // My desk // Weekends (did you hear me? WEEKENDS) // Smiles // Church // Singing musical songs // Inside jokes // Blog posts // Getting writing done // Drawing fanart for things that aren't really very famous // Handcream // Bookshelves // All my books // Reading stupid and embarrassing stories I wrote when I was a preteen (*blush*) // Headers // Sunshine in the mornings - just like spring! // Snow in February (although it wasn't much. And it was kind of hail-snow.) // Period Drama pictures //

(This is from Brideshead Revisted - whiiiich I haven't seen but which apparently has THE BEST costumes EVER. Just look at her.) (Yes, that's Hayley Atwell.)

What are you happy about?


I changed my header. Why, you ask? Just because. Some things don't need a reason.

(I'm putting a picture up for The People Of The Future. Because by then I'll have a different header and curious people like me will be like, 'Ehhh, WHAT header WAS she talking about in this poooost?' (I've been there. It's a dreadful test for curiosity.))

Anyways. I Changed Again. Please, don't blame me. It's just that I have this excellent-but-somewhat-loony friend who changes blog looks for her living and who kind of inspires me. (At least she doesn't MIND me copying her, and that's a thing.)

What do you think, dear readers?

(Before I typed in the word 'readers' I seriously sat there in a few seconds silence, thinking of a more original word than 'readers.' I thought of peasants and eye-ball-owners, but decided not to.)


My Favourite 40's Songs

That gif up there is the cutest thing in the world of gifs. JUST SAYING SOMETHING. :-D

So, if you don't know, Rose at 'An Old Fashioned Girl' is hosting a 40's blog party. I'm really enjoying her scrumptious posts so far, and I'm here with a 40 themed blog post. To join in, and all that. Instead of a tag, Rose has tossed some originality into the party and she's organised a 'challenge' instead. The challenge basically features a list of posts anyone can write for the blog party, and look, one of the possible posts was 'Make a List of your favourite 40's songs.' :-)

Songs from the 1940's are my jam. I LOVE those Vintage songs - I've listened to some till I can't listen to them anymore, and I think I'll always love Glenn Miller. I used to be an enormous fan of 40's songs - I hardly listened to anything but Judy Garland and The Andrews Sisters for months once. (Really.) Of course, I still love them, so here's zee list.

AIN'T WE GOT FUN // Renee Olstead
Right, so I'm really cheating on this song, but it's so much fun + it WAS a well-known song during the forties so adding it I AM. This particular version of the song is actually a modern version, sung deliciously by Renee Olstead, but the song dates way back in the 'twenties' (it's mentioned even in 'The Great Gatsby') and, as I saaaid, it was popular throughout the forties and fifties, too. "Ain't We Got Fun", it's called. (It sounds just as good as the title, I promise. I LOVE this song to bits.)

So. For your interest, there are few voices I love better than Vera Lynn's. Vera Lynn's voice is silver and endless fields of buttercups and cowslips. Her voice is goals. Her voice is the kind of voice that makes every song sound darling. She was 'the Nightingale' of the War, and her patriotic, English songs make my heart swell up in British pride. I love all her songs, and I can't really pin a favourite, but Lily Marlene is especially intoxicating. (Although I don't like it when everyone joins in singing. It spoils the Vera-Lynn-effect.)
I once asked my Grandma, "Did you listen to Vera Lynn when you were a girl?" And she said, "Vera Lynn? Oh goodness yes. Everyone knew Vera Lynn."

IN THE MOOD // Glenn Miller
No 40's song list is complete without some good ol' Glenn Miller. GAH I LOVE HIS SONGS. They're perfect when you're glum or down, they're perfect when you need to get things doing, they're perfect for old-timey feels. As I told Eva in an email in the other day, I never CAN decide which one of his song is my favourite. I love 'Little Brown Jug' and 'American Patrol' and 'In the Mood' all to bits, for instance but picking ONE? Hard. But I'm sharing 'In the Mood' because it's the one that makes my toes tap the most. And that's a good thing.

SINGIN' IN THE RAIN // Judy Garland
AHH THIS SONG. My love for it dates way back to when I was a little pre-teen with no blog. (Okay, I haven't been blogging that long; I shouldn't pretend.) There are so many songs sung by Judy Garland on my mp3 player, but I'm choosing to share this one because it used to be my favourite, and her dress is to die for okay I've always wanted the dress she wears so so badly. This song is no other song but 'Singing in the Rain'! (Now you know that song was a thing before the Gene Kelly movie.) Judy Garland sings this impeccably with perfect curls and cuuuute facial expressions in the movie 'Little Nellie Kelly'.

Another Judy Garland song, just because. Because it's so ridiculously fun, and because Judy Garland's facial expressions are seriously to die for, and because her dress is so ugly but yet so becoming and because I love it. Listen to it and smile. I really want to see the movie of this song.

CHATTANOOGA CHOO CHOO // With the Nicholas Brothers & Dorothy Dandridge
AHHH THIS VERSION OF THIS SONG. The Nicholas Brothers and Dorothy Dandridge put an impeccable new swing and twist on one of my all-time-favourite 40's tunes. (Dorothy Dandridge is so, so cute. Those lil' shiny eyes of hers. And those shoes with the bow. Hashtag jealous.) (I also love that she was married to one of the brothers at that point.) (At that point. Sad.) Anyways, go watch the video. (If you're not doing my February challenge aka a challenge I am bad at. :-P)

Have you listened to these songs?
What are some of your favourite 40's songs?


Inkling Exploriations / February

It's time for the February Edition of Heidi's always-lovely Inkling Explorations Series. Hop over to this post here if you'd like to join or something. (Goodness, the Internet is amazing. I can just link random stuff all over the place.) Anyway, so for February, we have to find, in a book or a movie, "A Scene Involving a Disguise." First, because duh, I thought about all the epic disguise scenes in 'The Scarlet Pimpernel.' But, because I suddenly remembered something else, I was nice enough to leave those for some rabid fan.

I remembered that epic (epic in MY eyes) disguise scene in Jubilee Trail! I have just finished 'Jubilee Trail' (my first of many reads) and OH MY STARS it is amazing. It's just... BLAHH AMAZING. You must read it. Gwen Bristow is a top-notch author, and I'm having major major writing-style envy.

(Tell me to stop rambling.)

So here's the disguise scene. Basically, Florinda has been (wrongly) accused of murder and is trying to escape. But seeing as she's an actress and everyone would recognise her, a clever disguise has to be thought of...

They were silent. The Garnet gave a sudden gasp. She had an idea.
"I know!" she cried. "Oh, I know! Florinda, will you do exactly what I say?"
"Why yes, darling!" Florinda exclaimed. "What?"
"All right, listen to me. If you'll keep your mouth shut not not talk about damn and hell and bottles of gin --"
"Oh dear. I'll keep my talk nice, really I will. What else?"
"There's just one sort of woman," said Garnet, "who can go about with her face covered, in clothes that hide her figure, and have everybody step aside respectfully to let her pass."
"What sort, for heaven's sake?" Oliver demanded.
"A widow," said Garnet. "A newly made widow, in a heavy black veil that comes down to her knees."
"You're right," Oliver exclaimed with admiration.
"You're a genius," said Florinda. "Can we get the costume?"
"Oh yes. That's one dress you can always be sure of finding in any town. Widows are being made every day, some of them most unexpectedly. There's always a shop with funeral weeds made up. That's something I know about," she insisted.
Florinda was delighted. After a little discussion, Oliver began to outline a plan. By this time Oliver was enjoying himself very much. He liked intrigue.

You really should read the book. ;-)

My To-Do list / How did I do?

Last week - well, two weeks ago, on Friday - I posted this post, which featured a longish To-Do list for the week which is just gone behind me. It was filled with challenges and productivity. I told you I was going to give you special permission to openly scold me if I failed at this list, and some of you, much to my delight, said (kindly) that I wasn't going to be able to do all these things. But you were wrong, and you may NOT scold me BECAUSE I WAS A GOOD GIRL AND I DID WELL!!! (You may cheer softly.)

It was a lovely, productive week of writing, fictional characters and emails. I'm sad it's over. But oh well, school days have their own hidden charms - you just have to dig deeper to find them.

So let's see, shall we?

- Do a little bit of school-work every day.
I DID THIS. Except it wasn't 30 minutes, like I said I was aiming for, and I didn't do anything on Friday. It was more ten/fifteen/five minutes a day, but hey, at least I did get my schoolbooks out with a good will towards it. And on Friday I did some sport, which I dislike, and therefore qualifies as 'schoolwork.' So there. That's crossed out. I did this.

- Write at least a 1000 words a day.
I fist-pump myself. I wrote about 8000 words this week (not counting blog posts and journalling and anything that is not my novel.) There were some days in which I wrote less than a 1000 words, not going to lie. But then I made up for it the day afterwards for writing more.
Special thanks to my seven-year-old sister for Word-War-ing with me several times, and some thanks to my fourteen-year-old brother for War-War-ing with me once. There. I pat you. (I won all the wars, but that wasn't the point of the war. The point was getting writing done.)

- Visit a friend.
Two friends at Church had their birthday, and they had a party and everything. So I went this Saturday, with my older brother. Like, just us two, we drove into town and everything on our own. I felt rather like an adult, all sophisticated-like. (And my brother didn't cause any accidents; good boy.) I ate pizza at the party, and strawberry-chocolate cake, and it was nice. I looked like a normal teenager. :-)

- Make heart-shaped biscuits and/or muffins with pink icing for Valentine's day with my sister.
I MADE cupcakes. With pink icing. But they weren't heart-shaped. But I did make twenty-three cupcakes, and it took a whole morning to make it, so that totally, totally counts. Duh. My sister made a gorgeous double-layer chocolate cake, which she did flawlessly. My cupcakes looked nice in the end, but I had a lot of problems with the icing and I constantly asked said sister stupid questions like, 'Is this the right flour?!! Wait, IS IT?'

- Give my Grandparents huge big hugs.
Of course. It was lovely having them over.

- Read five books.
Well, that happened easily! On Sunday, I read 'The Cranford Companion.' On Monday, I read 'Emily of the New Moon.' On Tuesday, inspired by Ashley's Little House Week, I read 'By The Shores of the Silver Lake.' On Wednesday, I read 'Emily Climbs.' On Thursday, I read a French book called 'La Silence de la Mer.' (Click on the titles to see my Goodreads reviews.)
I also finished 'Code Name Verity' on Sunday - (by 'finish' I mean 'reading the last 100/200 pages) and I read the half of 'Jubilee Trail', which is an AMAZING and deliciously fat book which is on the road to become my new favourite book of the year. I wish I could read it all day.

- Not spoil time on the interwebs. 
I did a little of that, but hey, seeing as I didn't fail in this longish To-Do list, I can't have done too much of it. I was surprisingly obedient to myself this week. Goodness, wonders happen.

- Watch 'Cranford' (for the third time) and 'Twelve Years a Slave' (for the first time.)
I watched Cranford! It was lovely. I STARTED to watch 12 Years a Slave and buzzed off after having to skip three scenes and having to hear/watch dreadful scenes on slavery. (After 15 minutes.) Not my movie + wouldn't recommend it.

- Mend my sister's bracelet.
I made her a necklace instead, which is better, and prettier. This was all from the goodness of my heart, seriously, because making a necklace takes up more time than mending a bracelet. And I used the beads from the broken bracelet in the necklace. (The necklace is very pretty. It hasn't broken yet!)

- Decided whether or not I will or will not cut my hair to chin-length.
I WILL DO IT. I thiiiiiiiink. Maybe like, slightly below my chin. I'll cut it for spring.

- Review Cranford on my blog.
Indeed, you may click here to read it if you haven't yet. It took me hours to write it.

- Play zee piano at least once every two days.
Did this faithfully every two days. And not just for two minutes, either.

- Do something artsy with my little siblings. 
I made cards with my 7-year-old and 6-year-old sisters, my 4-year-old brother, and a 6-year-old friend of the 7-year-old and 6-year-old sisters. It was fun. We pasted loads of little bits of fabric on a piece of paper, then cut a heart out of that paper, and then glued the heart on a card. #Notbad.

- Write a Little House related post for Ashley's Little House week.
I wrote two! I filled out her Little House Questions, and I wrote a blog post called 'Things Little House Taught Me.' Many of you were so gracious to comment on them. Thank you.

What else I did that wasn't on this list:
- I emailed a lot. Emma and I wrote to each other very promptly this week.
- I chatted with Emma at least twice. (I lose count of these things.)
I celebrated having 100 (and two!) followers! Thank you all so so much for your kind words.
- I went ice skating with my Dad and some of my siblings. I never felt clumsier in my whole life.
- I got an email from ELIZABETH MUSSER. (Author of one of my favourite books, 'The Sweetest Thing.')

It was a lovely week - but now I have to go and be productive without a public To-Do List... Adieu m'loves!



This morning my eyes glanced over the amount of followers I had - and lo and behold I saw that I had ONE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS. Well of all the bally things. That means that somewhere over the course of almost-two-years-of-blogging, 100 people thought, 'Hmmm, let's follow this blog.' AND THAT OVERWHELMES ME.

So THANK YOU, dear DEAR lil' scrumptious readers o' mine. *Hugs* I'll keep on writing posts for you. (Wait, did I just hear 100 people groan?)

Cranford - Very Long And Picture-Heavy Review

Cranford is one of 'the' Period Dramas in our house. Or, as my seven-year-old sister aimiably puts it, it's one of the 'Naomi-movies.' (I plain love that she calls British Period Dramas 'Naomi-movies.' It's accurate, to say in the least.) It gets re-watched occasionally, and the inside jokes about Cranford have long been running and going. (The inside jokes are so stupid, I dare not mention them for fear of embarrassment. Deborah would not have agreed.)

I have to say though, as much as I love LOVE this movie and as much as I yearn to visit 'Lacock Village' (we might visit it soon, actually - eeeeep.), Cranford is not in my top ten Period Dramas. (Well, maybe it is. I need to make a list to see.) Cranford has it's boring parts, even. Fun Fact Of The Day: My dad can't watch it without falling asleep.

I will TRY, for the sake of some of my viewers who have not had the pleasure of viewing this lovely miniseries (Miss MEG, for instance, has not yet had that pleasure), to warn you when there's a spoiler coming. But do not RELY on it. I can easily slip something out of my tongue (I know I'm writing, hush. This is a metaphor.) or a picture might give some things away.

So I'll try to warn you, but don't RELY on it. :-P

Another thing: All the screencaps in the post are screencapped by me. They are all from the last episode. Just for your interest. (Yes, there will be quite a few screencaps from the gorgeous wedding at the end. I could not help it, it was irresistible. Sophie and Frank are too cute for words.)

Now, without any further ado, zee review may start.

I'm going to be very pessimistic and start off with the things I do not like about Cranford:

1. Miss Matty.
*waits for the whole world to throw sucked oranges at me*

Miss Matty is a kind-hearted, good lady. I GET IT. She's a darling! I'm not saying she's not. But she is also, frankly, rather dreadfully dull. That is to say, the scenes in which she makes an appearance are often my least favourite scenes. I can't EXPLAIN. I LIKE Miss Matty, but she's just not interesting enough for 100 scenes about her. Miss Matty just drives me batty. (I am a poet, and you did not know it.) (Hush. It's the custom to say that.) Maybe it's because I'm not a big fan of Judy Dench. To be honest, I've never seen her as such an amazingly good actress, much to the shock and grief of the world in general. Maybe it's because I'm not very interested about constantly hearing what 'Deborah WOULD HAVE done' and what "shocking" thing Peter did. Maybe it's because I'm not interested in tea shops and Mr Holbrook's profile. I don't know.

Oh. Now we come to another character that drives me crazy.


I normally love cute old couples in love, but there is no cuteness between Matty and Mr Holbrook. None whatsoever. They just gaze whimsically at each other and talk about poetry. I don't ship them. I just... don't like their scenes. (Michael Gambon isn't my favourite actor, either. I like him as Mr Woodhouse, but his role as Mr Holbrook is definitely not my favourite.)

3. Lady Ludlow. UGH. HER SCENES MAKE ME SNORE. Lady Ludlow really annoys me, and I just don't care about her scenes. She's always moping and moping about Septimus and that white pony. Like, stop feeling so sorry for yourself - brace up, SMILE. And her face is white as a chalk. (I suppose that's mean of me. But she could go out in the sun now and then instead of staring out of the window in her dark and grey house.)

Lady Ludlow WAS nice in some bits, and I liked her slightly more in the end, especially when she starts to see that Harry has potential. But all in all not a favourite character of mine. I can understand why Septimus (ghastly name, by the by) doesn't want to come home.

(I sound very harsh today. These characters aren't that bad.)

Isn't her hair pretty? (Heh. Heh.)

4. There are, in my opinion, slightly too many deaths. Elizabeth Gaskell is a big fan of killing off characters. She likes to create them, and she often doesn't know what to do with them. So, because it's fun, she decides to kill them. Cranford has quite a few deaths. While it's not half as bad as North and South, it's still a bit... Well - SAD. Sometimes.

It breaks my HEART when (spoiler alert!!) dear little Walter dies (WHAT'S UP WITH THAT NAME), and dear Mr Carter dies. (spoiler is over for the time being.) Thank goodness it wasn't too bad, the deaths. Captain Brown dies in the book, but since Elizabeth Gaskell later on acknowledged she regretted his death, Sue Birstwhistle and the Cranford makers decided not to kill him off. (Thank you.)

5. Caroline Tompkinson annoyed me sooo much. But let's be honest, Cranford wouldn't be the same without Caroline Tompkinson in the plot, her 'Oh Sister!'s, her fake swoons and ridiculous grins.

But she's a bit of an EWWW character. And her hair annoys me so much I can't even.

6. The ending was far too rushed, too. I wanted MORE of an ending.

Now. Time for zee positive list. Which, I assure you, is long and rambly and by far exceeds the negative list. I love this miniseries to bits. It makes me cry a lot, it makes me laugh a lot, and it gives me squeeful little feelings inside - you know the kind. It's colourful, old-fashioned, appropriate and just GOOD. Ahh, I do love a good British BBC miniseries. I will always have an  un-diminishing fondness towards them. Forever and ever.


*Takes deep breath and begins*

MISS POLE. Oh my goodness. Is she hilarious or what? (Don't say what.) If it weren't for her, many of the 'old-ladies-of-Cranford-scenes' would be rather pale and insipid and boring. But she just makes the show. She's a genius. Ugh, the way she performs her lines, and the way that ridiculous feather on her hat bobbles around whenever there's some delicious news of gossip.

She's HILARIOUS. From her continually spreading grossly exaggerated gossip in enormous, entertaining gusto, to her friendly spirit and leading character. Gah, I love Miss Pole. I would love to spend a weekend with her, although I'd probably have enough of her by the end of it. I love that she's annoying and ridiculous as well as friendly and goodhearted. She's a dreadful gossip, but she means so well, doesn't she?

And she has some delicious lines. "My father was a man. I think I know the sex." That's my favourite. :-)

And then we have the adorable and cute Mrs Forrester. Awww. Just AWW. She's so sweet. She's absurdly emotional, but so sweet and just ADORABLE. Like a three-year-old toddler, but then even cuter. She's a bit silly, but she means so well, and we all love her. You can't just NOT like Mrs Forrester. The cat-and-lace incident was hilarious ("there is LACE at stake!!"), and the Bessie-Dearest incident always makes me laugh.

And Bessie's PYJAMAS. "There's a flap underneath."

When she makes that little speech in her front garden, and basically apologises for being poor, my cold heart tares a bit for her. Poor lil' human being, you shouldn't apologise! Here, let me give you a big, long squishy hug. As Miss Pole wisely said, 'Control your emotions, Mrs Forrester.' :-P (*Wine glass falls*)

Something  *I* find odd is that Miss Matty and Miss Pole and Mrs Forrester neither of them have even a hint of grey hair under their caps. Surely, they all must be nearing sixty? Miss Pole perhaps not, but Mrs Forrester...?

Then we have the Tompkinsons, who were a bit annoying. I could've smashed them up because of their treatment towards poor Dr Harrison. Tomkinsons, CAN'T YOU SEE he is NOT interested in HER. Thank you, and now buzz off. No, Caroline, you are NOT ill. You are not pale. You are only IMAGINING it. And stop weeping over that SILLY Valentine.


I just love their little community, though. These ladies have grown up with each other; they are like one big, busy family. They help each other, they lose their temper with each other in brutal honesty. They talk about muslins and silks and the latest 'shocking' news. I want to live in Cranford.

Oh, there are two ladies I haven't talked about yet. Miss Deborah, first. Who (spoiler) dies rather soon. (spoiler over for the time being.) Miss Deborah was rather sour-faced, and goodness so STRICT about everything, but she was funny. She has little musical talent though, I'm sorry to say. Tinking a teaspoon during Loch Lomond isn't a terribly musical thing to do. Frankly.

I liked the way she talked though.
"We shall go to our rooms and consume our fruit in solitude."
"I suddenly have a headache of phenomenal dimension."

And then there's Mrs Jamieson, who loves to show off that she's slightly richer than any other person in Cranford by dressing her dog in outfits as ridiculous as her own, and by looking through a glasses-on-a-stick-thing. (That indicates wealth.) Mrs Jamieson wears silks and bright stripes and doesn't have her frock crumpled because she has her own carriage. Many of the Cranford ladies - Miss Pole in particular - are envious of her silks. But then they'd rather die than admit it.

Does her dog have a name? Is it mentioned? Because if it's not mentioned, I'm calling him/her Bernadette. It just seems to fit. #random.

Enough about the 'older ladies of Cranford' now. At this rate I will be typing away at this review all week! (It's taken up my whole morning already. Heh.) Now I will talk about Miss Mary Smith. Who has an adorable crooked smile, odd spectacles, two dresses and who's an absolute peach. Mary is, in my opinion, the heroine of the story.

It is Mary who solves the whole Valentine-Mr-Harrison-sent-to-Caroline-error. She writes to Jack Marshland. She goes to the Tompkinsons to explain.
It is Mary who writes to Major Gordon to tell him that dear Jessie Brown regrets turning him down. It is Mary who asks him to bring home Peter Jenkins.

Mary's a GOOD sort. She deserved some kind of a reward.

We all wish these two got married. But Return to Cranford hints otherwise. I'm not a huge fan of Return to Cranford. I prefer to stick with simply Cranford. I LIKE RtC, and Tom Hiddleston is adorable in it, but Cranford is indubitably better. In my opinion, that is.

ANYWAY. Now we had a picture of Jack Marshland, I suppose I may address him. He ANNOYS ME SOOOOO MUCH, except in the last episode. I like him in the last episode. I even think he's handsome in the last episode. But I really really DO NOT like the fella in other episodes. He's just a nuisance, and I don't like his singing 'talent.'

Mr Carson Captain Brown was a very good sort of character - he really MEANT so well. His sideburns are dreadfully huge, but he wears them well. And I love his line; "I defy you not to roar."

Moving on, there's the Mr-Carter-and-Harry plot, which was a plot I really enjoyed, despite the fact that Lady Ludlow is often involved in it. (I don't like the said lady. Scroll up for my explanation if you skimmed it earlier on.) I love Mr Carter. He barks a bit sometimes, but he never bites. He has a good heart. AND HE BROUGHT MISS GALINDO FLOWERS. That kind of was kind of cute.

I LOOOVE how he takes care of Harry. He's doing a million times better job than Mr Gregson's doing, just sayin'.

Harry was such a good lad. The way he said 'Dada' instead of 'Daddy' was kind of aggravating, but at least he didn't say Par, like Laura Timmins does. Dada sounds slightly cute, and Par does not.
I was very impressed with the acting of the boy who acted Harry; especially when he read the poem in front of a certain dead body and then cried while reading it. That made ME cry. Well, thanks.

Harry was adorable and had far too much responsibility for a boy his age. I loved him. "Just a sixpence then. Sorry sir." (And the smile Harry smiles after this line is so adorable I could eat it.)

OH. AND WE HAVE JULIA SAWALHA. I love this actress so much. I don't know why, there's just something about her that makes me so fun to watch, giggly role, wise role or 'sad' role. Jessie Brown's an absolutely sweet-heart, and my heart always beats a little faster when a gentleman's voice joins hers while she sings Loch Lomond for the second time.

SHE SO DESERVED THAT ADORABLE HUG. Ahhhh. *wipes happy tear* I'm sure she and Major Gordon had a lovely married life together, in India, overseas, or wherever.

I also loved seeing Julia Sawalha in 'the making of Cranford', in which she said, "I love costume dramas. I just find it all really thrilling, because I just love dressing up. It's as simple and shallow as that." (I would be exactly the same, if I got a chance to be in a Period Drama.)

While Martha was a bit annoying sometimes, I looooooved her and Jem together. (Haha, I wrote Jam first. You know, like the spread.) Jem is such a good sort. I like Jem. I love Jem.

I like Dr Harrison too - I like him more every time I watch Cranford, actually. Still though, he's not in my list of 'favourite Period Drama gentlemen.' I don't love him to bits - nor do I think he's really terribly handsome. (He's not badlooking, though. I love his blue eyes. And compared to his role as Mr Bingley, he's IS terribly handsome.)

But yes, Dr Harrison is a good man. I feel SO SO SO sorry for him at the end of episode four. LIKE SO SORRY. I even added him to my post 'Seven Period Drama Characters I feel Sorry For.'

Sophie Hutton was an absolute SWEETHEART, on top of being gorgeous and having the most pretty silky blonde hair I've ever seen. (And I want that blue dress. And her room. Just look how adorable everything about her is.) I love Sophie so much, I think we could be great friends. (Let's meet up, Sophie. I'll come to England, or you come to Belgium? You choose.) She takes such good care of her family, and she's just so SWEET. No wonder Dr Harrison fell in love.

I WAS rather disappointed that Sophie didn't THINK for a moment, about Dr Harrison. Does she not trust him? Can she really see the man she loves proposing to two other women? Anyway.

Helen and Lizzie Hutton TOTALLY deserve a paragraph of their own, because they absolutely saved their sister's life by running to Dr Harrison's house and tell him to come. I have to say though, when Helen (the brunette - the queen of the May Day) yells, 'What would mother say?' to Lizzie, who's running ahead... isn't their mother dead? Is that an error? (I hope so. I love spotting errors. I feel very clever doing so, and I rarely feel clever. :-P)

Anyway, yay for Lizzie and Helen. I love you girls.

This is probably my favourite scene EVER EVER. Ughhhh. THESE TWO ARE DISGUSTINGLY ADORABLE. I am going to go through all my favourite Sophie-Dr Harrison scenes. No, I'm going to go through all the Sophie-Dr Harrison scenes. Period. (Spoiler ahoy.)

1. SO. When they meet first. Practically love at first sight, but it's ADORABLE and it's WELL DONE. Dr Harrison is young and charming, and wears a red coat, Sophie is blissfully gorgeous with her blue dress and yellow curls. Plus she takes such good care of Walter, and she brings him cherries.
2. Then he buys a rake and a purple gloves, just so he can say hello to Sophie in the shop. (That always reminds me of Matthew Cuthbert buying a rake and twenty pounds of brown sugar.)
3. Then they have these adorable cute moments at Lady Ludlow's garden party. Mainly just smiles and talking-with-or-about-Walter, but still really, really cute.
4. AND THEN THE BLESSED LITTLE BOY WALTER DIES AND IT'S HEARTBREAKING. They have a little break-up. Just a tiny one. It's a very sad break-up.
5. But then it's Valentine's day. And Sophie receives flowers with 'the compliments of Dr Harrison.' Much to the delight of Lizzie and Helen (who I love because they ship the two of them from the start.)
6. And THEEEEN. Dr Harrison goes to talk with Sophie's father, Reverend Hutton (who's annoying as well as nice), and that makes their romance kind of official.
7. They have an adorable walk in the garden. And they don't even hold hands because Reverend Hutton is probably looking at them secretly through the window.
8. Dr Harrison watched Sophie teach a group of black-cladded girls to dance for May Day, and he falls all over in love with her again. He hoped for a private ride with her, but alas, Lizzie and Helen must go as well. Then have an ADORABLE talk between blue bells (gahhh) and they ALMOST kiss. (It got interrupted before it began by two said sisters.)
9. At least that date ended with adorable giggles and laughs.
10. But THEN. Bam bam bam. There's the scandal. And all hopes and dreams are shattered to pieces. But Sophie's illness is a blessing in disguise, Dr Harrison saves her life just like a hero must, and before we know it...


(Spoilers over. Kind of.) We all know that Sophie and Dr Harrison WILL get married. That's not a spoiler. So bask in the gorgeous screencaps of their wedding. I LOVE THEIR WEDDING.

Sophie, clad in Miss Matty's muslin from India (am I the only one who finds it really weird how Miss Matty and Sophie suddenly seem like best friends in the end?), makes the most STINKING GORGEOUS AND ADORABLE BRIDE EVER. And Dr Harrison wears a blue coat, which becomes him exceedingly well. (I love this couple.)

Is not their wedding adorable?!!! The smiles and the HAPPINESS and the Cranford-ness. I love it to biiiiits. (And you can spot Jessie on Major Gordon's arm in the back, and Jack and Mary grinning to each other, and Mrs Rose on Doctor Morgan's arm. (Mrs Rose chose the good doctor the second time.)) I let the pictures do all the talking. I'll hush up.

And now I sign off with one last picture. To say goodbye.

Have you seen Cranford?
What do you think of it?

PS. Oh, is this movie suitable for children? Well, yes. There's a scary amputation scene - we just turned off the sound for a few seconds (movies without sounds aren't scary at all) - and then there's the scene where Jem gets wounded. His wounds look very scary, but it's not filmed up close. We watched it with the whole family.

PSS. Go check out a Little House related post I wrote at Ashley blog, will you? Thaaanks.