Fluttershy in the Woods

May. 6th, 2026 04:15 pm
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Pastiche machine generator: TPonyNai3. Prompter: Mitodin.

Can't skip the Fluttershy or a rabbit'll get me for sure.

While E-Z Bake insta-pony pastiche lacks in ensemble casts interacting in meaningful tableaux, what it does have on tap is a stable of interesting eclectic backgrounds and sweeping vistas to draw upon. Gives it that extra oomph.

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May. 7th, 2026 08:00 am
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(Photo credit: Andrew.)

Space Exploration

May. 6th, 2026 01:38 pm
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NASA releases 12,000 Artemis pics! See our faves here

NASA has released more than 12,000 images from the Artemis 2 mission on its website. They are a collection of views of Earth and the moon that the astronauts captured while aboard their spacecraft, Integrity. The website is here. Note that a high interest in the images has caused the website to go offline numerous times since NASA released the pictures.


Your tax dollars at work, doing something that isn't monstrous.
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What I read

Finished Tales From Earthsea, The Other Wind and the pendant short pieces in The Book of Earthsea 'The Rule of Names', 'The Word of Unbinding', 'The Daughter of Odren', and 'Earthsea Revisioned'. I don't know quite what it is, I can see how good her work is, but the feeling is more of distant admiration than what I feel for my beloved favourites? Might even cop to preferring her criticism and essays to her fiction? (not the only author to whom this pertains.)

Started a Dick Francis, Bolt (Kit Fielding, #2) (1986)

- and then, feeling all a-wamble and fretted because of the insomnia thing, fell back into Randall Jarrell, Pictures from an Institution, old favourite.

- and then returned to the horsies and the posh owners and the psycho villains.

On the go

Martha Wells, Platform Decay (The Murderbot Diaries #8) which arrived yesterday.

Up next

No idea, apart from the recently arrived latest Literary Review

Birdfeeding

May. 6th, 2026 01:24 pm
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Today is cloudy and cool.  It rained again last night.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a few sparrows and house finches.

I put out some potted plants to get ... well, what sun there is through the clouds.

EDIT 5/6/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

EDIT 5/6/26 -- I did more work around the patio.

EDIT 5/6/26 -- I did more work around the patio.








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Fannish Appreciation

May. 6th, 2026 01:11 pm
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 I truly love fandom. 

I've been in Bleach fandom since at least 2012 (a date easily checked because that's when I started my AO3 account.)  And, you do not need to immediately comment that you've never read Bleach. I honestly wouldn't recommend it to most people. I honestly wouldn't recommend it to anime or manga fans, either!  For whatever reason, Bleach just happened to be the thing for me that hit me in the right place at the right time. I felt 15 years old again, absolutely caught up in something that I felt desperate to share with other people. That feeling is probably familiar to you, my nerdy friends. So, as I talk, just imagine Your Thing anytime I say Bleach.

I've been really lucky that, over the years, I've had other Bleach fans gift me things. People have written stories for me, people  have drawn amazing art for me, and [personal profile] opalsong even podcast one of my fics ("Hey, Opalsong, if you like Free! you should read my Bleach x Free! crossover," I say for the nineteenth time before I remember that YOU PODCASTED it.) There are so many things people have offered me as part of this fandom that I will cherish forever, but until recently no one has ever offered to share a amateur bound book of my work with me.

Behold!

fan bound copy of Academy Blues

Image: a fan bound book with the title "Academy Blues" by TSP Bindery. (https://www.tiktok.com/@tsp.bindery).  

This volume actually contains two of my multi-chapter fics. First,"Forever With You Never Sounded So Stupid"and "Academy Blues." Not than most of you care, but both of these fics are part of my emotional process of recovering after the absolutely stupid, rushed ending of the official Bleach manga. I will not get into it (in part because if I start ranting, I will not stop), but suffice to say this is a fix-it that, in my own personal head, is now canon. I literally note which panel to stop reading, because my story perfectly fits canon up to that point. I also actually include a lot of the information gleaned from the official light novels that Shounen Jump commissioned to also try to actually fix the mess Kubo Tite left behind.

Anyway, the cover isn't all that exciting, honestly. But wait until you see the interior....


Renji interior art
Interior chapter start, this one featuring Renji from Bleach....

And a second one,
Hueco Mundo
Image: featuring a bone tree from a part of the Bleach universe known as Hueco Mundo, the Hollow World

Also scatterred throughout are some bits of a manga-style comicbook that aysmiro drew and shared with me, while I was writing this particular set of fics.  As I was telling a friend, the pieces of this fan manga are so important to me that I've desperately been saving it on various digital back-ups for years. Now, thanks to this fan project, I have high quality printouts forever. 

 

manga interior
Image: a fan-drawn manga of a fan work of Bleach.

The crazy thing about this, of course, is that in the past year or so there's been a scammer who has targetted me twice attempting to suggest that they will draw a comic book/manga-style work from my story. (It's usually kind of obvious it's a scam because they'll pick a story where I'm like, "three people have read this. Why?")  I always answer this with, "if you found my AO3 profile, you know I've given blanket permission for you to do this. Have at it!" and then they always come back with, "Yes, but for a commission," and I have to say, "Friend, I write fan fic for free. If you want to do fan art for the love of it, go for it. I am not paying you to make fan art of my fan work." Especially since this book I got? I paid nothing. The book artist wouldn't even let me pay for shipping.

Anyway, fandom is the best. 

The problem is...

May. 6th, 2026 12:59 pm
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I have just realized that one of my longest lived "generic" plunnies would be perfect for a WangXian Modern Day Cultivators AU; like, the platonic ideal for it. But I have no creative urges for MDZS! Only reading!

I've got an SVSSS Modern Day BingYuan fic outline that roughly follows the premise, but not nearly to the degree that Modern Day Cultivators WangXian would. And I want to write the BingYuan one, because there's some delightful shenanigans in there! (Tentative title: "Fake it Til You Make it Gay".) But it's still not quite the same as the fic that I really want.

My current best hope: Write the SVSSS fic, post it, then share the premise for the platonic ideal version on Tumblr, because surely someone will bite. Right? ...Right?

Big 24 hours for the PWHL

May. 6th, 2026 10:36 am
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* The Montreal Victoire at Minnesota Frost game went into triple overtime. The Frost goalie blocked 50 shots on goal before on finally went in. But it actually gets better. In triple overtime the players are tired AF. But the puck didn't stumble in. Marie Philip Poulin nailed this goal.

* The many, many leaks turned out to be true, PWHL to Detroit! Hopefully, we get the rest of the announcements soon. The only other solid leak is that the Edmonton deal fell through. I cannot explain why I am so emotional that Detroit is getting it's team, but I am. Black and silver, with accents of red and white, are perfect for Detroit.

Poem: "The Worst Thing in Life"

May. 6th, 2026 12:30 pm
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This poem came out of the May 5, 2026 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] gs_silva. It also fills the "loss" square in my 5-1-26 card for the Greek Myth Fest. This poem belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics. It follows "Determine Where You Start," so read that first or this won't make much sense.

Warning: This poem contains some intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the more detailed warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes the aftermath of acquired disability, a complete change of planned career, loss, abandonment, feeling left out, loneliness, reconnecting with an old friend, emotional upheaval, identity issues, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before moving onward.

This microfunded poem is being posted one verse at a time, as donations come in to cover them. The rate is $0.50/line, so $5 will reveal 10 new lines, and so forth. There is a permanent donation button on my profile page, or you can contact me for other arrangements. You can also ask me about the number of lines per verse, if you want to fund a certain number of verses. So far sponsors include: [personal profile] gs_silva,

170 lines, Buy It Now = $85
Amount donated = $3
Verses posted = 2 of 55

Amount remaining to fund fully = $82
Amount needed to fund next verse = $2
Amount needed to fund the verse after that = $2


Read more... )

Platform Decay by Martha Wells

May. 6th, 2026 12:28 pm
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Platform Decay

4/5. A good outing. Murderbot does a complex rescue in corporate space, and there are juveniles, terrible.

Things I like:
  • Getting a nuanced and varied look at just what life in corporate space looks like, particularly for average people. And how those people deal with the various kinds of violence and oppression that surround them. A lot of this was extremely sketchy and gestural before, but this book does a huge amount of background work on adding texture to the world.

  • Wells playing out some of the consequences of the governor module hack code being out there now in ways that the fandom has been chewing on for a while.

  • Murderbot getting to snark a bit on the ways that Preservation’s utopia is also sometimes really full of itself and incorrect about its own righteousness, as utopias do.

  • Emotional self-awareness (oh no, terrible, how could a murderbot have a worse fate).


So yeah, pretty good, even with the tragic absence of most of the usual main cast and crew.
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So I took [instagram.com profile] sashagee to see The Midnight

2026-05-02 - The Midnight concert
The most Outrun of the pictures I took.

I've been listening to the Midnight for years, and I even had a brief interaction where they liked a tweet I made about them back when Twitter was actually marginally worth being on:

The Midnight last came through our fair city in 2024, but their concert was the evening that Yom Kippur ended and there was no way I would be able to go to see them. So when I asked [instagram.com profile] sashagee a question form of that quote and she responded with "saxophones" I said "There's this band we have to go see" and on Saturday night we went to the Salt Shed to attend the concert. I paid extra for seats, so we had assigned seats on the rafters up above the hoi polloi, and therefore we bought drinks and stood in the merch line beforehand since we had a place to put our things (we bought LPs of Days of Thunder and Syndicate--they sadly did not have Nocturnal at all).

The concert was fantastic! We missed part of New Constellations (the opener)'s set because I guess starting exactly on time is the new standard, but [instagram.com profile] sashagee had heard some of their music before and was happy to hear them live--the singer had a fantastic husky voice that sounded right out of an 80s music video. [instagram.com profile] sashagee had never heard of The Midnight, though, and partway through told me she loved the music and I said "Oh yeah, I have tons of stuff like this on my computer" and she was like, "That's news to me! You're always playing beep boop music and fucking bardcore." So now I have to keep an eye out for when TimeCop1983 or Gunship or Occam's Laser or Perturbator or Lazerhawk or Carpenter Brut, or even Kavinsky (does he even perform outside of France?) are coming through and take her to see those too.

She really liked it when the guy over on keyboard picked up the saxophone and took center stage. So did I, of course--there's a reason I made that tweet, and a reason I mentioned the Midnight stands out from other synthwave bands. Thought apparently Gunship got Tim Cappello to play saxophone for them?? I had no idea.

[instagram.com profile] sashagee's favorite live song was "Good in Red" off of Horror Show, and mine was "River of Darkness" off of Nocturnal, though "Days of Thunder" was great live and "Heart Worth Breaking" sounded a lot better live than the studio recording--I think the singer put a lot more emotion in his voice. That was true of most of the songs we heard, actually. This is why you go to see live shows. I can still hear the whole audience singing along to "Gloria."

Afterwards we went on bar crawl with [facebook.com profile] gmarchan and [instagram.com profile] confuciusdragon, who were getting out of their own show, and [instagram.com profile] snagengast and her husband who met up with us, so we didn't get home until almost 3 a.m. It's a good thing that Laila was at Poppa and Nana's and didn't get back until dinner time.

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May. 6th, 2026 12:42 pm
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I so hope Jeannelle M. Ferreira's A Remarkable Rake will be published one day! It and Rose Lerner's The Girl in the Cellar are the historical romances I'm most looking forward to reading!

The Big Idea: Andrew Dana Hudson

May. 6th, 2026 04:01 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

While we all know that technically our lives could end at any moment, sometimes that fact can feel far away. Author Andrew Dana Hudson brings that little known fact into the spotlight in his newest novel, Absence. Come along in his Big Idea as you think about what you would be leaving behind if you were to suddenly, mysteriously, become absent.

ANDREW DANA HUDSON:

What if people could disappear at any moment? How would the world adapt?

We were a year into the pandemic, and I was riding my bike, trying to get out of the house I’d kept myself cooped up in since the previous March. I found myself thinking about the weird pseudo-raptures that had shown up in pop culture over the last few years, like the “Thanos Snap” in the Avengers movies, or the “Sudden Departure” in The Leftovers—big supernatural events that impact everyone all at once. Where were the slow, crawling, banal supernatural disasters? Metaphysical catastrophes less like the rapture and more like the pandemic, or climate change: complex, unfolding, uneven, during which people have to go on living their lives despite unprecedented circumstances.

I got home, got off my bike, and wrote what would become the first chapter of my novel Absence. In this world, people are vanishing into thin air—with a loud popping sound—but it isn’t all at once. It’s one by one by one. Sometimes there are spikes, but mostly it’s ambient. It can happen to anyone, any time, which means everyone is wondering when it’s going to happen to them or their loved ones. Some fear it, others ignore it. A few are eager for it, for wherever people go when they pop. There are fakers and scammers and conspiracy theorists. A few tired bureaucrats try their best to manage the situation. We develop new norms and institutions and infrastructure, without ever ceasing to feel that it’s all so strange.

For me, writing this book was a way to process and capture in fiction the looming dread that I’d felt over my shoulder ever since the first COVID lockdowns. It was existential as much as epidemiological. A fear that an invisible force could reach into my life and take away someone whose presence I’d relied on.

Of course, people have always been mortal, fragile. We’re all a heart attack or a car accident or a well-placed meteor away from being out of the picture. But during that first pandemic year, that inherent human fungibility felt much more present in daily life and public spaces. And when people did get sick, they often disappeared, into quarantine or ICU intubation or, in a few places, mass graves. Death became both more and less present in our lives, and that was something I wanted to explore.

So what would you do? How would you live if you or the people you care about might be gone tomorrow, or the next second? And how would we as a society cope if we couldn’t rely on everyone showing up every day to do the jobs that keep all the economic gears turning together?

In Absence, drivers vanishing on the highway cause enough crashes that solo car travel is discouraged, and pilots popping mid-flight have travelers feeling safer on trains. Theater productions need extra understudies. A lot quickly becomes automated. People try to keep an eye on each other, because the worst thing is to disappear without anyone to tell your loved ones you’re gone. Trust in institutions erodes—which we’ve seen happen in our world too, but here is supercharged by the impossible-to-explain nature of this supernatural phenomenon.

When I started, I thought I was writing a short story. Instead, I found this premise just kept on giving me new wrinkles to explore, and so I kept writing, until I had a whole novel with a twisty mystery and a messy X-Files–style romance. And lots of jokes, since as dark as it was, 2020 was the funniest year of my life. Everyone was suddenly online together, riffing about the many absurdities of our new situation and flailing government. I spent half my days in group chats, laughing at bad memes until I cried. Tragedy and farce were all rolled up in one.

It’s always bothered me that we never got vaccine Mardi Gras, a sudden moment in which we could all hug each other and dance together without fear. We just got more unfolding, more arguments, more slow disaster. For me, exploring this big idea and writing this book eventually provided a lot of that catharsis I’d looked forward to.

My initial big idea turned out to have a lot to say about COVID culture and how we’ve been frog-boiled by climate breakdown, but also about how uncertain and contingent life is and has always been. We tell our family and partners we’ll always love them, but often it doesn’t work out that way. We make plans and then throw them to the wind. We think we’re on solid ground, and it turns out to be so much quicksand. That’s just part of being human. Finding meaning and companionship despite all that is the challenge we wake up with every day, each day perhaps the last before something makes us pop.


Absence: Amazon|Barnes & Noble|Bookshop|Powell’s

Author socials: Website|Instagram|Facebook|Threads|Substack

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May. 6th, 2026 11:03 am
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first day!

May. 6th, 2026 03:52 pm
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in the Channel Islands!A friend very kindly gave us a lift to the train that we took to the train that we took to a plane that we took to a plane to the Bailiwick of Jersey! Which (like the Bailiwick of Guernsey) is not part of the UK, but rather a self-governing direct dependency of the British Crown. Very cool! and also made it a giant pain to find a reasonably priced travel SIM that would provide both minutes and data in both England (since we transfer at Heathrow) and the Channel Islands.

I've already blogged some of our exciting adventures so far! Other than thinking for the first couple hours that I'd forgotten my wallet, the transatlantic overnight flight was fine. I didn't manage to sleep, even though we had a whole three-seat row for just the two of us, but I did watch a bunch of historical short PR films made by, or at least for, British Airways' predecessors, like BOAC, about air travel, dating from the late 60s or even early 70s all the way back to the 20s! That one was a day and night at a way-station airport on the south side of the Arabian Gulf, I think somewhere around where Abu Dhabi is now? A big fortress of an installation "in case of -- unlikely, but possible -- trouble from the local Bedouin tribes", it's been built because planes can't fly at night, you see. So the passengers traveling on Imperial Airways (yep) get room and board at way stations like this for each of the four nights it takes to get to India. Meanwhile engineers and mechanics climb all over the plane by lamplight (all, like, thirty feet of it), checking and adjusting it for the next day's flight, and dozens of jerrycans of water have been hauled in so the passengers can bathe, and also the local merchants bring camel-loads of goods (especially pearls) to be sold on in the great markets of the Empire. It was fascinating both for its actual context, of which I wanted far more, and for its attitudes and silences. Also fun was a travelogue from I'd guess the 50s, of two white British women having a grand time touring through Asia. I was struck by the immense amount of alcoholic socializing ("I'd never flown before, but by the time I had my first drink on the plane I felt completely comfortable!"), and of course the exoticism and all the smoking, but the thing that completely sent me was the baby hammock provided by BOAC, rigged to hang from the ceiling next to the overhead bins like a cradle in the treetops. Had turbulence not been invented yet?

Anyway, that flight got to London in good time, even had to kill time flying in circles because we were early and local noise regulations forbade us to land before six am. We didn't have to reclaim our bags, as they'd been checked straight through, hurrah, but we did have to go through immigration and security again ourselves and walk what felt like a kilometer or so. But it was nice to stretch our legs! We had enough time between flights for me to set up my UK travel eSIM, but Geoff's phone wouldn't start up, so we just had to hope we'd be able to deal with it in Jersey.

And that flight was greeted at Jersey baggage claim with the announcement that a whole lot of our bags hasn't made it on at Heathrow, but they'd be on the next flight they pinky-swore, and so thirty or so people, including me, lined up at baggage assistance to give them our bag check number, a description of our bag, and our local contact info. Sure glad I had a working phone! Also that at the last minute I jammed some clean underwear, another shirt, and my toothbrush into my carry-on. I've been flying since I was a child, and I think this is the first time I've ever had luggage go astray! And I don't understand why Geoff's bag was one of the first to arrive on the carousel in Jersey and mine didn't even make it on the plane; wouldn't they have been close to one another in the to-be-loaded stack at Heathrow? Oh, well, the auto-email I got from British Airways says they have it (i.e. it's not lost, just delayed) and if we're not at our B&B when it arrives our host says she'll be here all day and can receive it, no problem.

Having dealt with that, we took a bus into the center of St Helier, the capital, and from the bus depot walked about 15 minutes to our guesthouse/B&B. The proprietor is friendly and welcoming; I'd exchanged email with her in advance and it's paid through Booking.com, so she didn't even ask to see ID or anything, just gave us keys to the house and the room. Geoff is glad our room is on the ground floor because it meant he didn't have to climb multiple flights of stairs; I, relatively unburdened 😢, rather regret that's it's at the front of the house, facing a rather busy street. Oh, well. She said the place isn't very busy; if it's really noisy tonight I can always ask about moving to another room. We're here for more than a week!

Having dumped our stuff, I looked up the local Apple Store manqué ("authorized reseller") and we walked back down there and got Geoff's phone restarted, as previously blogged, and then just wandered around town for a couple of hours. We didn't try to actually be tourists, but we located a bus stop we'll need to catch a bus at tomorrow, and picked up some maps and walking advice at the tourist info, add checked a couple of groceries for good trail mix or the makings thereof but without success, and climbed many many steps to a high point from which we could admire the view of the port and the bay. Then we came back home, set Geoff's phone up with his UK number, and he showered and is now napping while I've been blogging and also trying desperately to stay awake; except for dozing maybe half an hour on each flight, I've been awake for [counts on fingers] twenty-nine hours, but if I crash too early I won't sleep enough tonight. But we're definitely going for an early dinner tonight; our host recommended a nearby cafe, and we stopped in this afternoon and it looks perfectly nice. And it's two blocks away, which is a big plus this evening. If I'm really lucky, my bag will arrive while we're out!


ETA: a nice man just showed up with my bag! Yay.
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Last night I watched The Miseduation of Cameron Post, a film about an 11th grader whose aunt sends her away to a Christian conversion camp after she gets caught hooking up with a female friend. The film is set in 1993.

It’s a heartfelt film about Cameron’s resistance to being changed and her developing identity (Asked early on at camp when she started to think of herself as a homosexual, Cameron asserts “I don’t think of myself as a homosexual. I don’t think of myself as anything, really.”), but it doesn’t differ meaningfully from other conversion camp films I’ve seen. Boy Erased made me cry and this one didn’t, if that’s worth anything.

The film swings between the current moment, and flashbacks to Cameron’s relationship with Coley, the friend with whom she was caught, in ways that both show us the line of Cameron’s thoughts and also become somewhat confusing. It was unclear to me for much of the film what actually happened that resulted in Cameron getting caught. Both that experience and the letter Coley sends Cameron later make it seem like that was their first hook-up, but the flashback sections suggest they had been together several times before, which makes it unclear of those are actual memories or just Cameron’s fantasies of what could have happened (further complicated by a couple of actual dream sequences). It was not helped by the actors frequently dropping into whispers and mumbling; I missed entire exchanges because I couldn’t hear.

Either of Cameron’s two buddies at camp—Jane, a Black girl who grew up on a free love commune but whose mother recently married a conservative man whose decision it was to send Jane away (and who has been at this camp for over a year); or Adam, a Lakota two-spirit whose father recently got into politics, converted to Christianity, and demanded his child follow suit—would have made for more interesting protagonists. Cameron comes off pretty nondescript, which is exacerbated by how internalized she is, rarely speaking or expressing herself. It’s not until the end of the film where she really starts saying anything.

One thing The Miseducation of Cameron Post does do differently is that the staff at the camp lack the total, violent conviction of other conversion camp narratives I’ve seen. Some staff have that attitude, but others visibly doubt if they’re doing the right thing, particularly after some exchanges with the campers (and I maintain there’s a scene at the end where one staff member chooses to be passive in a way that helps Cameron and her pals, when he could have done otherwise). This adds an interesting tension, where it’s not just the campers asking themselves if what’s going on here is right or wrong.

The ending is pretty open in a way that’s not totally satisfying (one of those “Okay…but what now?” kind of endings) but it is a sweet final moment and it’s so easy to root for Cam and her friends, even though we just got a reminder of how little the rest of society cares about what’s happening to the kids in these camps.

This film is based off the book of the same name by Emily M. Danforth, which I haven’t read. Turns out it’s a bit of a chunker, at 500 pages, and reviews say Cameron doesn’t go to camp until halfway through, with the first 250 pages just backstory on her relationship with Coley. The film cuts out almost all of this to focus on the conversation camp narrative, which I think is the right choice, because it’s where the real story is.

On the whole, I enjoyed it, but it doesn’t stand out to me in any way.


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