The story of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald retold.
This is a pretty slick fanmade prequel to the HARRY POTTER series.
To know more, click on: www.thegreatergoodfilm.com
I am most definitely intrigued.
'A good head and good heart are always a formidable combination.
But when you add to that a literate tongue or pen, then you have something very special.’
~ NELSON MANDELA (1918-2013)
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I just came across the movie CASPER on one of the channels and couldn’t resist sitting through it.
It made me realize that I loved the movie back then when I wasn’t even aware that I loved FANTASY as a genre. For me, it was just about this adorable bobble-headed friendly ghost who made me soft in the heart.
That moment when ghostly Casper turns into a human boy for a short time, walks down the stairs and dances with the girl of his dreams still makes me smile.
And let’s face it….boy Casper was one helluva cutie
Being born in December, I consider myself to be a child of Christmas. And an honest-to-goodness Winter person. I imagine myself as Eddard ‘Ned’ Stark leaning upon my imaginary sword, brooding off into the distant horizon as I murmur to myself “WINTER IS COMING”.
My FB and Tumblr timelines are filled with beautiful festive posts as people wax lyrical about chilly winters, cozy fires and the hushed promise of oncoming festivities. And here I am, sweating bullets. Winter hasn’t reached my land yet.
So I have to make do.
I decided to put together a Christmas/ Winter Album. Little moments that make December special.
I may not catch a snowflake on my tongue but with a bit of handy Photoshop, I can create some fake snow.
A Happy and Blessed Festive Season to all.
I love DECEMBER. I do.
Scoff if you must. Call me a fool if you will. Roll your eyes for all I care.
But it is the one time of the year when I truly believe that there’s something magical in the air.
People smile a bit more….the air is crisp and winter whispers gently…bookstores are loaded with my cherished authors….theatres beckon me with my favourites (SMAUG, here I come) and DAMIAN comes up with it’s sentimental Christmas Window Display.
Every day is a reason to behave like an excitable puppy who just discovered that the gates have been left open.
I can’t hold on to anger, cynicism and negativity. I don’t even want to be grumpy.
Ebenzer Scrooge goes on a holiday and I turn into the world’s biggest and most nauseating Pollyanna. Ever.
For one month, I believe.
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I have been trying to eat healthy.
It’s been barely two days and already I am GRUMPY and DOPEY and SLEEPY and oddly enough, even SNEEZY.
Throw in one Prince Charming and I have my very own fairytale.
Yet again, I read a book purely for the word-wielding ability of John Green. If it weren’t for the fact that The Fault In Our Stars was penned by His Royal Nerdfighter JediMaster, I would most probably give it a miss.
See, the thing is…I need happy endings.
I need writing that brims with humour and the promise of a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.I need the absence of seemingly pretentious prose, constant references to despair and hopelessness and death and an emo-road meandering through obscure poetry. For these three factors alone, I have allowed this book to gather dust bunnies on my shelf.
But finally, almost two years after it’s release, I read it. And that too, for two reasons:
a) It comes highly recommended by a bunch of Goodreaders whose opinions have always been stellar.
b) John Green
The Fault In Our Stars is, for lack of a more eloquent turn of phrase, a beautiful tragedy. A terminally ill cancer patient, Hazel Grace falls for a recovering young cancer amputee called Augustus Waters. The tenuous love story weaves around worried but permissive parents, a twerp of a literary giant, the spectre of ever-present gloom and the exchange of books and fledgling dreams.
While the story is depressing and successful in yanking at the tear-ducts, it redeems itself in spots and places with it’s characters. Hazel’s beautifully brave and stoic parents, horny and helpless but always endearing Isaac, kind and compassionate Lidewij and even the wearily-irritating Van Houten, all, make a lasting impression.
As for Hazel and Augustus, I had a like-and-tolerate response to their love story. Both are endearing. Hazel with her V for Vendetta Portmanisque similarity and Augustus with his desire to sacrifice his pixelated-self at the altar of a videogame . But their conversations seemed a tad unrealistic. The fraught-with-existential-angst repartee peppered with philosophical asides and monologues on metaphors were a bit tedious to digest. Do normal teens talk like that? Not to dumb down the modern-day brainiacs but really, do normal teenagers speak like a pair of Oxford Scholars toasting their bygone era before a crackling fireplace while also musing over life and it’s many fallacies?
In John Green’s erudite world, they do.
The twist in the tragedy was painful. And absolutely spot-on in it’s entry. The emotional angst goes up by a notch and yet, is somehow more real and believable. For me, the book worked best at this juncture when the dialogues were simple and well, heartfelt.
At the end of the day, Mr.Green, as always, is highly HIGHLY quotable.
He appeals to the tiny romantic chink in our hearts that we keep so well-hidden by giving Gus and Hazel their very own ‘Always' in the form of “Okay”
and let’s face it, any girl who values individuality, would turn a pretty shade of beetroot-pink if a guy told her:
Ofcourse, Augustus Waters turned into a gallant hero for me when he went :
There are many more choice gems like these. Some may find them cheesy while others may wallow in the sentiments that the words evoke in them. We bring to each book our own dreams and despairs. The Fault In Our Stars is a perfect shining symbol of that very thought.
I leave you with this beautiful passage through the mouth of Augustus Waters and the brilliant mind of John Green :
"She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers."
Read the book for yourself and make of it what you will.
This is not a review.
This is a trip down memory lane or to be more precise, a leisurely stroll through the Department of Mysteries.
Walk with me, fellow Potterheads.
Moment #1 : ’Ministry of Magic?’ bellowed Uncle Vernon. ‘People like you in government! Oh, this explains everything, everything, no wonder the country’s going to the dogs.’
Moment #2 : She seized Dudley by the shoulders and shook him, as though testing to see whether she could hear his soul rattling around inside him.
Moment #3 : She looked the youngest there; she had a pale heart-shaped face, dark twinkling eyes, and short spiky hair that was a violent shade of violet. ‘Wotcher, Harry!’
Moment #4 : The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.
Moment #5 :
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Moment #9 : ”…oh, for heaven’s sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!”
Moment #10 : The girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness.
Moment #11 :
Moment #12 : In the Hog’s Head
Moment #13 : 'Yeah, the DA's good,' said Ginny. 'Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army, because that's the Ministry's worst fear, isn't it ?'
Moment #14 : ‘I’m supporting Gryffindor,’ said Luna, pointing unnecessarily at her hat.
Moment #15 : Hagrid’s Tale
Moment #16 :
'Well?' Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. 'How was it?'
'Wet,' he said truthfully.
Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell.
'Because she was crying,' Harry continued heavily.
'Oh,' said Ron, his smile fading slightly. 'Are you that bad at kissing?'
Moment #17 :
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Moment #19 : St.Mungo’s Hospital
Moment #20 : Christmas on the Closed Ward
His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think he’d ever found anything less funny in his life.
Moment #21 : 'Occlumency, Potter. The magical defence of the mind against external penetration.'
Moment #22 : …and he wondered, with a feeling of great trepidation, what had happened to make Lord Voldemort the happiest he had been in fourteen years.
Moment #23 :
Moment #24 : The Sneak
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Moment #26 : Snape’s Worst Memory
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Moment #30 :
'Give her hell from us, Peeves.'
And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious
Moment #31 : GRAWP
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Moment #34 :
'We were all in the DA together,' said Neville quietly. 'It was all supposed to be about fighting You-Know-Who, wasn't it? And this is teh first chance we've got to do something real - or was that all just a game or something?”
Moment #35 : The Department of Mysteries
'It's - it's got your name on,' said Ron.
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Moment #37 :
But some part of him realized, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before.
Moment #38 : The Only One He Ever Feared
Moment #39 :
And when the creature spoke, it used Harry’s mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move
'If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy…'
Let the pain stop, thought Harry…let him kill us…end it, Dumbledore…death is nothing compared to this…
And I’ll see Sirius again.
And as Harry’s heart filled with emotion, the creature’s coils loosened.
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Moment #41 : The Lost Prophecy
Moment #42 :
In the past few days, I have been posting a whole lot of Loki/ Tom related stuff. And it never ceases to amaze me how very loved and adored, our darkly delicious Loki/ sweetly chivalrous Tom truly is.
So here’s one more post for the fandom with discerning taste,