I can't wait to see The Martian starring Matt Damon, because I'm positive it is going to be better than the book of the same name by Andy Weir. I decided to read Weir's The Martian (2011) after I saw a friend reading it, and I always like to read book versions before I see... Continue Reading →
Just over a decade ago, my husband and I worked downtown in the city and commuted together. We were young, childless, and had more money than we knew what to do with. As we rode to work together, we listened to books on tape. One that we ended up loving, despite its place in the... Continue Reading →
I watched a movie from 1984 last night. These were the highlights: Patrick Stewart with a mullet, clumsy fight scenes meant to be exciting and fast-paced, Sting as a villain with clown hair, Styrofoam rocks, red-headed villains, Kyle Maclachlan’s lion mane of hair, a boil-faced baron, sweat (way to much sweat), spittle, eyebrows the size... Continue Reading →
Why do mass market paperback books smell so funny? I could barely hold my copy of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy up to my face because of the awful aroma emanating from it. (Yes, it’s used. I got it through swap.com) Later, when I had tossed it onto the counter after finishing it, my... Continue Reading →
The Bookshelf of Emily J. 