snowflake challenge, day five
Monday, January 9th, 2012 10:20 pmDay 5
I love old movies. One of my absolute favorites is the 1941 Humphrey Bogart/Mary Astor version of The Maltese Falcon. Strangely enough, I'd never read the book. It was one of those things I'd just never gotten around to. About six month ago, I picked up a super cheap used copy, and I completely fell in love.
A month or so later, I wandered into a local used bookstore that specializes in mystery and spy thriller fiction. I got into a long discussion with the owner -- who has apparently read every detective novel ever written -- and she recommended I try Raymond Chander's stuff. I bought a $5 copy of The Big Sleep, and I never looked back.
( cut for a ridiculous obsession with pulp detective fiction and a school-girl crush on phillip marlowe )
I also like non-fiction, in the form of true crime.
It started innocently enough. I picked up a book about Jack the Ripper on a whim -- I had jury duty coming up, and it looked like something I could get through in eight hours, so. No harm done, right?
Ha.
( cut for an unhealthy obsession with victorian serial killers and also a few depression era bank robbers )
Share something non-fannish you are passionate about with your fannish friends
I love old movies. One of my absolute favorites is the 1941 Humphrey Bogart/Mary Astor version of The Maltese Falcon. Strangely enough, I'd never read the book. It was one of those things I'd just never gotten around to. About six month ago, I picked up a super cheap used copy, and I completely fell in love.
A month or so later, I wandered into a local used bookstore that specializes in mystery and spy thriller fiction. I got into a long discussion with the owner -- who has apparently read every detective novel ever written -- and she recommended I try Raymond Chander's stuff. I bought a $5 copy of The Big Sleep, and I never looked back.
( cut for a ridiculous obsession with pulp detective fiction and a school-girl crush on phillip marlowe )
I also like non-fiction, in the form of true crime.
It started innocently enough. I picked up a book about Jack the Ripper on a whim -- I had jury duty coming up, and it looked like something I could get through in eight hours, so. No harm done, right?
Ha.
( cut for an unhealthy obsession with victorian serial killers and also a few depression era bank robbers )