Apparently all I needed to cure seven days of a rather grouchy, out of sorts version of myself was a larger than usual dose of medicine. In my case, “medicine” is defined as movies or good TV and books – usually fiction books and in the past year mostly YA Fiction. The writers working in this genre are stellar and anyone who thinks otherwise clearly hasn’t read them.
First up? Veronica Roth’s “Insurgent” (sequel to “Divergent”) which I finished – all 500+ pages – in just under 48 hours. Loved it. Loved every sentence of it. Loved it as much as “Divergent”…or maybe even slightly more. Best dystopian fiction since “The Hunger Games”, bar none.
Second, I watched almost 2 episodes (3 hours) of the BBC’s “Sherlock” (Series 2). If you have missed this, oh my gosh you are in for such a pleasure. Benedict Cumberbatch (who I repeatedly point out could never have kept that name if he’d started his career in Hollywood) is genius in this thoroughly modern, thoroughly enjoyable version of Sherlock Holmes. Equally great is Martin Freeman as Dr. Watson. The chemistry between the two is the stuff filmmakers dream of, and the fact that in the show – written into the script – people always mistake them for a “couple” just adds to the appeal. You can watch it online through PBS, but if you missed the first Series, don’t leap right into Series 2. (Oh, and if you’re a newbie to British TV, the Brits say “Series” when we would say “Season”. So when you hear someone talking about the second series, they mean the second season of the show.)
There you have it. My personal cure for the blues. Intense infusions of good YA fiction coupled with genius British TV.