We watched Fantastic Mr. Fox after reading the book this summer. Well, sort of. We tried to watch it on the portable DVD player we brought, but things kept going wrong. So we’ll have to have a proper viewing when we get back home.
The kids and I read Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl this summer. We also brought along the movie to watch when we were done. The kids loved the story.
I finished watching my mother-in-law’s copy of The Girl Who Played with Fire (Flickan som lekte med elden), the Swedish movie that goes with Stieg Larsson‘s second book of the Millenium trilogy. I also got the third movie here in Norway. I’ll watch it when we get home.
Want to reduce a 7-year-old to a mass of hysterical giggles? Show him this sign.
Then show him again.
*giggle*
(It’s a sign for speed bumps.)
I just finished reading The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood (on Kindle). Sarah (@goonsquadsarah, Sarah and the Goon Squad) recommended it. I had read Atwood’s book, The Blind Assassin, four years ago when I was spending the summer in Norway. Hmm. Maybe Atwood is my official Summer-in-Norway Author.
What an oddly fitting segue from The War on Moms: On Life in a Family-Unfriendly Nation by Sharon Lerner, which was an impromptu read. Atwood’s book was on my summer reading list I made from recommendations. Lerner’s book made it on my radar after I read her Slate article about something I started writing about three years ago, the questionable “best company” lists in Working Mother magazine. Her article, “How Could One of America’s Most Sexist Companies End Up on Working Mother’s Best 100 List? And what does that say about American employers’ glowing reports about their own “family-friendliness”? ” was published May 24, 2010. It was good to see I wasn’t the only one to notice problems with the list.
Anyway. About the Handmaid. Unlike a Michael Douglas movie, which makes me feel glad I’m not him because I would never be in his situation, Atwood’s story seemed all too possible. It made me want to do a whole bunch of things — drink, smoke, run for president — because I CAN.
Had lunch at a wine bar with a wonderful friend.
I took Marie. We had the tortellini with alfredo sauce. Yum!
How about a little wine, Marie? (That’s the floor under our table … a view to where they keep the wine.) We just need a little music, eh? ;)
