Review roll

Yep, I’m on a roll, because I can’t get these off my mind, and I want to tell you about them, but I don’t want to do a whole post about each one, so we’ll call it a “review roll call.”

The Imitation Game

If you don’t see any other movie this winter, please go see this one. I knew almost nothing about Alan Turing and his contribution to the Allies’ winning of World War II. His invention of the machine that broke the unbreakable German Enigma code-writing machine probably ended the war at least two years earlier than it might have ended, and saved millions of lives, possibly upwards of 14 million. Not to mention that his invention was basically the very first computer, and we can thank him for the ability to do what we’re doing here. Benedict Cumberbach was perfect for this role, and he deserves his nomination for an Academy Award. I was on the edge of my seat the entire movie, and was moved to tears over what the British authorities did to this man because of the antiquated laws that were on the books at that time. I would have read Andrew Hodges’ book, Alan Turing: The Enigma, which inspired the movie, first, but I didn’t know about it until after. I’m on the library’s waiting list, number 70.

A Child Called “It”, The Lost Boy, etc.

I bought the series of books by Dave Pelzer about his horrific, disturbing childhood a few years ago, only recently read the first two. What his mother, if you can call her that, did to him, along with the passive consent of his father, goes beyond the scope of human imagination. His story is compelling and horrible, and I could only get through the first two books. I admire the fact that he was able to overcome his early life, and yes, even forgive his parents, but reading about it was so depressing that I probably should have stopped somewhere in the first book. But I did want to see how he managed to survive, and once I determined that he did and was fairly normal (maybe), I had to quit. Mr. Pelzer is not a very good writer. It’s only because of the nature of his story that one wants to continue reading.

Nora Ephron’s I Feel Bad About My Neck and other thoughts on being a woman

I love Nora Ephron, and I hate that we can no longer hear her voice, except in the re-watching of classics like “Sleepless in Seattle”, “Heartburn”, “You’ve Got Mail”, etc., and re-reading her books. I have to confess, I’ve only read I Feel Bad About My Neck. I loved it, and it was a quick read, because she writes light and breezy, kind of the way we blogging ladies write in our blogs almost daily or weekly. Then I realized, all of us writers of blogs are basically just one book publishing deal away from being a Nora Ephron. Her style reminded me so much of the writing that I see in my Reader on a daily basis. So, thank you, ladies, for giving me laughs, and tears, and information about things I knew very little about, and camaraderie. Most of all, that. We’re all Nora Ephrons.