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    Fictional Villains We Love to Hate

    in General Book Discussions

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    Fictional literature is full of villains, and we love to hate them! Who are some of your favorites?

     

     

    Here's mine:

    Hannibal Lechter from Silence of the Lambs

    Bill Sikes from Oliver Twist

    Professor Moriarty from The Final Problem (Sherlock Holmes)

    The White Witch from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

    Alec d'Urberville from Tess of the d'Urbervilles,

    Mrs. Danvers from Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier

    Count Dracula from Dracula by Brahm Stoker

    Lestat from The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice

    Javert from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

    HAL from 2001: A Space Odyssey by Arthur c. Clarke

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    What are Everyone's Favourite Films?

    in Music / TV / Films

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    I'm a real film buff, and watch at least three movies every week Some of the movies I like. Some of them I love.These are the latter:

     

    Brief Encounter

    Laura

    Roman Holiday

    Lost in Translation

    All About Eve

    Marie Antoinette (the contemporary version)

    Mildred Pierce

    Sunset Blvd.

    White Heat

    The Postman Always Rings Twice

    Sorry Wrong Number

    The Night of The Hunter

    The Enchanted Cottage

    Sabrina

    The Full Monty

    E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial

    The Celebration

    The Godfather, parts 1 & 2.

    Raise the Red Lantern

    Rope

    Rear Window

    Das Boot

    2001: A Space Odyssey

    American Graffiti

    Donnie Darko

    When Harry met Sally

    The Long, Long Trailer

    The Exorcist

    Nosferatu

    Most overrated?

    in General Book Discussions

    Posted · Edited by Wilde Lily

    A Separate Peace by John Knowles (when it was was over I said. "so what?")

    I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou (tries too hard to be shocking, but just succeeds in being offensive)

    The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (B-O-R-I-N-G)

    Love Story by Erich Segal (I gag when I think of it)

    "Little Women" Sequels - Louisa May Alcott

    in The Classics

    Posted

    According to fantasticfiction there are five books in the Little Women series:

     

    1. Little Women: Or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy (1868)

    2. Good Wives (1869)

    3. Little Men: Life At Plumfield with Jo's Boys (1871)

    4. Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag (1872)

    5. Jo's Boys and How They Turned Out (1886)

     

    I read them all as a young girl and absolutely loved each one. I might just re-read them! :D

    Post your favourite "classic" poem

    in Poetry, Plays & Short Stories

    Posted

    Another by the wonderful T.S. Eliot:

     

    Rhapsody on a Windy Night

    T.S. Eliot

     

    Twelve o'clock.

    Along the reaches of the street

    Held in a lunar synthesis,

    Whispering lunar incantations

    Disolve the floors of memory

    And all its clear relations,

    Its divisions and precisions,

    Every street lamp that I pass

    Beats like a fatalistic drum,

    And through the spaces of the dark

    Midnight shakes the memory

    As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

     

    Half-past one,

    The street lamp sputtered,

    The street lamp muttered,

    The street lamp said,

    "Regard that woman

    Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door

    Which opens on her like a grin.

    You see the border of her dress

    Is torn and stained with sand,

    And you see the corner of her eye

    Twists like a crooked pin."

     

    The memory throws up high and dry

    A crowd of twisted things;

    A twisted branch upon the beach

    Eaten smooth, and polished

    As if the world gave up

    The secret of its skeleton,

    Stiff and white.

    A broken spring in a factory yard,

    Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left

    Hard and curled and ready to snap.

     

    Half-past two,

    The street-lamp said,

    "Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,

    Slips out its tongue

    And devours a morsel of rancid butter."

    So the hand of the child, automatic,

    Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along

    the quay.

    I could see nothing behind that child's eye.

    I have seen eyes in the street

    Trying to peer through lighted shutters,

    And a crab one afternoon in a pool,

    An old crab with barnacles on his back,

    Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

     

    Half-past three,

    The lamp sputtered,

    The lamp muttered in the dark.

     

    The lamp hummed:

    "Regard the moon,

    La lune ne garde aucune rancune,

    She winks a feeble eye,

    She smiles into corners.

    She smooths the hair of the grass.

    The moon has lost her memory.

    A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,

    Her hand twists a paper rose,

    That smells of dust and old Cologne,

    She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells

    That cross and cross across her brain.

    The reminiscence comes

    Of sunless dry geraniums

    And dust in crevices,

    Smells of chestnuts in the streets

    And female smells in shuttered rooms

    And cigarettes in corridors

    And cocktail smells in bars."

     

    The lamp said,

    "Four o'clock,

    Here is the number on the door.

    Memory!

    You have the key,

    The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,

    Mount.

    The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,

    Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."

     

    The last twist of the knife.

    A new first line of current book

    in General Book Discussions

    Posted · Edited by Wilde Lily

    "On the morning the last Lisbon girl took her turn at suicide -- it was mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese -- the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement, from which it was possible to tie a rope."

     

    ~ The Virgin Suicides - Jeffrey Eugenides

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