she/her. self indulgent blog for my book-related memes and Thoughts. featured books will mostly be by dead English people (i have a type)
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Buttered-toast-and-sentiment - Lord Piffler Whiffley - Tumblr Blog
August, 1943. As the war rages on, Peter Wimsey wants nothing more than to spend a few quiet days with his family at Talboys. His plans are foiled by a call from Parker, with news of a triple murder that has the police completely stumped. Initially reluctant to involve himself, Peter finds himself drawn in as he learns the peculiar facts of the case. A man and his parents, found dead in their home: no signs of injury, no signs of a struggle, and no suspects, except one.
The gardener, Frank.
The coincidence is enough to convince Peter to examine the case, and his conviction that Frank is innocent makes him determined to find the true killer. But the more he looks into this case, the stranger the riddle grows. And the mystery takes another turn when he meets a tall, auburn-haired man with eccentric clothes and half-moon spectacles, who seems to know more than he lets on...
Meanwhile, at Talboys, Harriet writes to Peter with news that she can hardly believe, let alone put to paper. There must, she thinks, be some reasonable explanation for what five-year-old Roger just did.
But she can't escape the fact that it did look suspiciously like... magic.
Well! Last Monday evening, when we were down at Denver, we got a wire from Peter, which coolly said, "If you really want to see me married, try St. Cross Church, Oxford, to-morrow at two."
guys, the calender has lined up!! Tomorrow is Tuesday, the 8th of October, aka Lord Peter and Harriet's wedding day (and 89th anniversary). this is your chance to read Busman's Honeymoon in real time! (aside from the Dowager's diary, unfortunately)
If you do keep track of the days in Busman's Honeymoon, it's a bit unsettling how quickly it all happens, because SO MUCH happens. Tomorrow they will be married in Oxford; and the mystery (of which they are as yet blissfully unaware) will be solved on Friday. On Saturday, they will arrive at the Dower House in the small hours of the morning, and on Sunday Peter will read the lesson in church...
(Yes, in spite of all their mutual angst about the Peter's potential failure, he solves this one in forty-eight hours.)
me as a tween: oohhh wizard Howl
*eight years later*
me: AAHHH Sir Percy Blakeney!!!!
*eight years later*
me: LORD. PETER. WIMSEY.
....
me: ...guys i think i have a Type
some LOTR fans apparently: i can't believe Eowyn gave up being a badass warrior to become Faramir's wife and a lame healer, ugh Tolkien being sexist in spite of himself
me: the. war. was. OVER!!!! ????
frodo and sam are fairly gay in the movies even though they cut all the hand kissing. but in the books? frodo is sam's much older and boss who also gives of major aro/ace vibes. he is aware of sam's feelings, possibly more so than sam himself, but maintains boundaries for sam's sake, while still making sure to show sam all the affection and appreciation he deserves. sam is bi but doesn't quite understand his own feelings for frodo even though they're obvious to everyone else including Rosie.
Bilbo on the other hand is 100% gay, but my headcanon is that this was 100% an accident on Tolkien's part because i don't think Tolkien had functional gaydar.
Hijacking this because I'm obsessed with how the whole first chapter of The Hobbit is basically describing how gay Bilbo is but also Tolkien (the catholic hetero Wife Guy) gives off such Zero Gaydar vibes that like... I'm not always convinced he even knew what he was saying.
I'm reading about the Victorian Aesthetic movement and I was violently reminded of...
...Sherlock Holmes's 'rose monologue' from The Naval Treaty, HI HELLO CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
Why I love Dorothy L. Sayers
(on a scale of my darlin' sportin' Jenny to Bess the Landlord's Daughter) how much do you care about that robber you're dating?
the tv tropes page for the book you just read is the digestif. no explanation needed. fanfiction is pure indulgence, it's the dessert. the memes are like when you sneak back downstairs at 1am to eat a few more bites, standing in front of the open fridge.
movie adaptations are when you reheat the leftovers several days later. sometimes it's surprisingly good. sometimes it makes you violently ill.
If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
As someone who went through a huge Robin Hood phase- one of my favorite RH retellings was a short story in a children's magazine in which the Sheriff of Nottingham secretly asks Alan-a-Dale to plant stories/rumors of an unstoppable theif so that he can avoid enforcing King John's taxes. With the understanding that he (the Sheriff) will be the villain in these stories.
me reading any robin hood crit
absolutely baffled and befuddled by whoever managed to reverse the eye colors while coloring this in
i mean, come on. Audrey's big brown eyes are basically her trademark. O'Toole's unsettlingly piercing blue eyes are HIS trademark. Who are those people??
cackle-cackle-CACKLE-cackle cackle cackle cackl-ing
Anybody else ever start maniacally laughing because of how much you love Gilbert and Sullivan?? Just me? I’ll see myself out.
if I had a nickel for every time Harriet Vane had to awkwardly comfort a heartbroken middle-aged woman who was sobbing on her shoulder over much younger man, while trying to soothingly fix said woman's makeup, while also trying to hide how Deeply Uncomfortable she (Harriet) is, I would have two nickels.
Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
(You talk like that too it is catching)
just T H White casually altering my brain chemistry three times in three totally different ways
