Friday News Bites: Airline Pranks, Gabriel García Márquez, Pulitzers + More

Happy Friday, everyone. Bit of a short roundup this week because I am currently on a whirlwind NW book tour/vacation and am poaching some Wi-Fi. I mean… I’m nicely borrowing it for a few minutes. So let’s get right to it.

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Reading the Man Booker Prize 2013: The Testament of Mary by Colm Tóibín

And there you have it: In what the bookmakers had down as a close finish between Jim Crace and Colm Tóibín, Eleanor Catton has won the 2013 Man Booker Prize for her novel The Luminaries. At 28, she is the youngest author to have won the prize, and The Luminaries is also the longest work (at 832 pages) to win. Read More Reading the Man Booker Prize 2013: The Testament of Mary by Colm Tóibín

Why Advent?

Ah, Halloween, that holy day of candy and costumes, gluttony and tricks. Most of us have lost sight of the meaning behind the holiday, forgetting to honor the dead; instead using the day for fun and frivolity (yes, we do so at our house) and as a kick-off for the “holiday season.” Halloween has become Day One in the frenzy of the shopping, decorating, baking chaos that will not end until sometime after New Year’s Day. And, somewhere in the midst of that, we must squeeze one of the holiest days of the Christian faith.

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News Appetizers: OMG, Mittens, YOU MUST BE JOKING

Oh kittens. Oh, ho, ho ho, kittens. Lets be clear: it’s all about the news, and well, the news can be what the French refer to as quelle horreur. Read More News Appetizers: OMG, Mittens, YOU MUST BE JOKING

The Dangers of Mystical Pregnancy as Entertainment

SPOILER ALERT: This post reveals plot details about various genre TV shows and films including Angel (seasons two and four), Charmed (seasons four and on), and the most current episodes of Doctor Who (as aired in the UK). You’ve been warned.

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Losing My Religion

I didn’t drink, smoke, or experiment with drugs when I was in high school. I didn’t stay out past my curfew; I didn’t even have a curfew.  That’s because my adolescent rebellion took place between 9 am and 11 am on Sunday mornings.  That’s right; my rebellious teenage phase was that I went to church.  A Baptist church, to be precise.  I became a Christian the summer before my freshman year in high school after watching a particularly persuasive crucifixion video at a church camp I went to with my best friend.  My parents, both having rejected the Catholicism they were raised in, were not thrilled about my “conversion” but they allowed me to be active in the church and I went every Sunday and many Wednesdays and went on two mission trips to Mexico (oh yes. I was that girl).  I turned 17 in August of 1999 and I had been involved in my church for three years. Read More Losing My Religion