Popular Books I (probably) Will Not Read

By which I mean ALL OF DEM, because I have just been in such a reading slump lately

Sorry I haven’t updated Le Morte D’Arthur in a while or…you know, blogged. Do other people find it hard to get back into the swing of things after a hiatus? Because that’s where I’m at. But I’m sure I’ll get back into the rhythm (that is the HARDEST word to spell) eventually.

Anyway, I believe I have quite a few popular books I refuse to read, so why not a post about that? I have resigned myself to the fact that I will always hate whatever new book is hot around the blogosphere, like the grinch I am.

1. Red Queen, by Victoria Aveyard

Okay, so this book was actually the inspiration for this post. Once a year, I think, “hey, why haven’t I read this yet? It sounds really interesting! And sure, maybe it’s a bit cliche and there is some unfortunate girl hate in the beginning of the series, but that magic system. Ooh.”

And every year, I look up reviews, and then I come across a review of the fourth book that includes this quotation:

He lays the flower on the railing, petals up, and fusses with his fingernails. They’re short, worn by teeth and anxiety. I would expect a king to keep his nails finely manicured, suited to the arms of a throne. Or maybe roughed by Training or combat, as I’m sure his brother’s are. Not ruined by nervous habits better suited to a child.

I hope…that is not supposed to be sympathetic? Like, we’re not supposed to agree with the person speaking or anything? I think there are a couple of different narrators, so maybe the person speaking is supposed to be an ableist jackass?… And also, you should have worse things to criticize the villain for than his anxiety tells. “Yes, I know he killed people. But you know what’s worse? He has ANXIETY!! >:-( “

Do I still want to read it, though, even if we’re not supposed to take these words at face value? No. Not really. I couldn’t get into it when I read the first couple of chapters anyway, the hero sounds boring, and I don’t like it when villains are really sad and I want to hug them and then they die. Unless they’re Seonho from My Country. Seonho can always be really sad and I’ll want to hug him and then he gets stabbed but he doesn’t die because this K-drama is insane and stupid and these characters can survive anything, apparently. Is Maven Seonho? Probably not. I have doubts in his abilities to be Seonho.

I tried to find you guys a glorious, glorious gif of him saying ‘your sword still feels affectionate’ after he gets stabbed, but alas, I could not find one. Seonho, btw, is the reason why I keep getting distracted with fanfic while I’m supposed to be working on my novel. I’m fairly sure this TV show will tank eventually, but I guess I’ll keep watching till it does.
And yes, this entire post was all just an excuse to insert my favorite dumb character of the week into something. As usual.

I don’t know, maybe I’ll read Red Queen eventually just to review it, but if I do, I’m going in with low expectations. It’s not childish to be anxious. It’s not childish to bite your nails or to have irrational fears. It’s not childish to be like a child, as long as it’s in the good way and not the pitching-an-almighty-fit way. You know what is immature? To look down on childhood as beneath you and as something no adult should have any part of. That’s what I think is childish. God, I hope whoever said that wasn’t supposed to be seen as sympathetic.

2. Wicked King, by Holly Black

Yeah, I think we’ve already been here.

3. Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda, by Becky Abertalli; also, any book by John Green or basically most popular contemporaries out there

This is different from the other two–it’s not like I have a personal reason to not read it or anything–but I read the first two chapters and I just could not get into it. Like. Does it annoy anyone else when contemporaries just throw out random references? “Harry Potter!! Oreos! Kids like those things, right?” Could your characters maybe enjoy, idk, medieval French poetry or something obscure like that while still remaining unpretentious and down-to-earth? (‘Medieval French poetry’ is a completely random example, of course, and has nothing whatever to do with my own interests. Heh.) And maybe if they weren’t all upper middle-class white people? Can we get some poor characters so I can relate to them? Or super rich characters so I don’t feel like I’m supposed to relate to them? Can we just focus on anything?? other than the bourgeoisie of America?? Contemporaries, I implore you.

Is it possible things have changed since I last dipped my toes into the contemporary genre? Do inform me if they have.

4. Girls of Paper and Fire, by Natasha Ngan

I feel a little guilty for this one, but here it is. I love that it’s about South Asia. I love that it features a lesbian romance. But…

I’ll admit it, I’m not currently in the mood for a story where the monster is pure evil and the good humans have to kill them. I like stories about seeing past appearances, about learning to get along with someone fundamentally different from you. Call it perhaps childish, if you will, but I like the idea of humans being able to accept that which is different. Sure, Beauty and the Beast may be a ‘problematic’ fairy tale, but for me the themes are just so comforting. Learning to accept the humanity within the Beast was the right thing to do, instead of rejecting him because he was different.

*sobs* I just want a brilliantly told lesbian Beauty and the Beast is that too much to ask foooor

Oh, and a random thing: I have mistyped this title as ‘Girls made of Paper and Fire’ twice. I don’t know why this is so hard for me to remember.

5. Pretty much anything by Cassandra Clare, actually

I read the first book of Cassandra’s Shadowhunters series when I was eleven, and I don’t remember much except that everyone was mean to the human and it was totally okay for them to do that because Shadowhunters were cooler, and also I remember the Jewish character getting turned into a rat. I’m not Jewish, and representation doesn’t have to be perfect in order to make a HUGE difference in someone’s life, so I’m not trying to cancel Cassandra Clare or anything like that. (Not like I can, lol.) But that part of the story just…makes me uncomfortable in retrospect? I’m not misremembering this, am I? Simon did get turned into a rat? It says so on Wikipedia, so I assume this isn’t my brain making anything up.

(I just remember Nazis comparing Jews to rats in their propaganda, in case you’re wondering why it makes me so uncomfortable.)

(Also, I read this in reviews, does Clary really verbally attack the gay guy for being gay? That’s annoying. I think I remember something like that in City of Bones? I’ve heard Magnus was really good, though, but…Meh. Meh, Clary and everything you stand for.)

And also, nonhuman characters looking down on humans isn’t a good look! It just makes the characters look like arrogant little bastards!

6. The Mists of Avalon, by Marion Zimmer Bradley

Shockingly, a book written by an incestuous pedophile has incestuous and pedophilic elements! 😮

I was going to leave it just with that statement, but you know what? I won’t. No, I won’t leave it here. Not only does she villainize Guinevere, guess how she villainizes her? That’s right. By giving her anxiety. We all know that anxiety makes you evil, folks, and worse *shudders* it makes you weak.

Gosh, I wonder what reason an abuser could have to spread that message?

And including this book may be cheating a little, because it was popular during the seventies and eighties, so it is not current at all, but I believe it’s still popular within the Arthurian subgenre, so I’ll still count it here.

And that was all! Here I am, grinch-like in my corner, waiting for a hyped book will finally live up to its promises. I’m losing hope, guys.

The Liebster Award Tag!

So I am freeee of the madness that is the SAT, and now am a slave to the madness that is NaNoWriMo. Wish me luck, I guess.

I realized that I’d been tagged for this like…six months ago by Kenzie, and I wrote out the post, and then I just forgot to do it. Whoops. But I had no blog post written for today (SAT’s fault, not mine for once), and so I guess I’ll just post it right now.

  • Acknowledge the blogger who nominated you! (Thank you, Kenzie! You have such an amazing blog.)
  • Answer the 11 questions you’ve been asked
  • Give 11 random facts about yourself
  • Nominate 11 bloggers and notify them that they’ve been nominated (wait what)
  • Give your nominees 11 questions to answer! (I’ll try…I’m going to run out of questions, aren’t I?)

What’s your favorite read of 2019?

I forgot all the things I’ve read this year. Have I even read any YA?

Oh wait, there’s Blue Lily, Lily Blue. That was good. But my favorite is probably Scottish Folk Tales, published by Waverly Books? Lately I’ve been getting really boring and have started reading mostly fairy tales and legends rather than YA. But that’s when I bother to read at all. I am SUCH a good book blogger.

But am I even a book blogger? What am I? A writing blogger? A folklore blogger? Is a folklore blogger even a thing? I am suddenly having an existential crisis about this?

Dogs, cats, or birds?

Eh, I like all of them, but especially cats…But I like birds, too. I won’t pick a favorite animal.

If you lived in the world of Harry Potter, what memory would you think of to summon a Patronus charm?

I don’t…I don’t even know. I am failing fighting off the dementor attack, guys.

What would your Patronus be? (it doesn’t have to be whatever you were given by Pottermore!)

Uh…Probably a crow or a raven? They seem really dark and closed-off and mysterious, but really they’re just weirdos. Then again, comparing myself to those genius birds may be flattery. 😉

What’s a book that you believe literally EVERYONE should read?


So I really liked Chretien De Troyes?

What’s the oddest fear you’ve ever had?

I have too many odd fears to count, really.

Besides writing and reading, what do you like doing in your spare time?

I surf the internet. I do school. I lament my lack of a life.

What’s your favorite color?

I have a lot, but for some reason I think it’s blue at the moment? A bright, sapphire blue. Which I never really saw coming. It was red for the longest time.

What’s your favorite flower? (and do you know the meaning behind it?)

Er. I mean I like roses. They symbolize a lot of things, depending on the color, but the most popular meaning is true love.

I like heather I guess?

I like lotuses.

What is one thing you’ve ALWAYS wanted to do, but haven’t yet done?


Yes, it’s true. I have trouble finishing things. I’ve finished a 112 page story before, but it had no chapters (I was twelve okay) and 112 pages is a little short to be a novel, isn’t it? What would that be, a novella?

Write a haiku about the weirdest memory you’ve ever had! (this isn’t a question. just go with it.)

The alien lights

They are flashing and gleaming

They are all liars

I’m just going to drop that there with no explanation. Oh! Also, I only JUST realized that there were only five syllables in the middle line literally right before I was about to post, and I had to change the poem. Way to go, me, I’m a genius!

I am not going to drop eleven random facts about myself, so uh…I guess I should make some questions here for you guys to answer?

  1. What is your favorite Greek tragedy/Ancient literature/really old book? (Okay, fine, any book older than the 19th century.)
  2. Who is your fictional role model?
  3. What is one story (or multiple stories!) that you want to write but probably never will?
  4. Who is your very favorite character you’ve ever written/read (and if you can’t choose that, then who’s the character who’s most like you?)
  5. What is one book everyone else loves but you hate?
  6. What’s the saddest book/legend/fairy tale/whatever that you’ve ever read?
  7. Favorite character from the Arthurian legends, if any? (Yes, I’m talking about this again)(I’m sorry, I’m running out of questions okay)
  8. Hogwarts house? (Yes I’m REALLY running out of questions)
  9. What are the things you do to procrastinate, besides surfing the internet?
  10. What’s your most annoying fear? The one that gets in the way of things the most?
  11. What’s the oldest book you’ve ever read?

Oh my gosh you guys I came up with eleven questions I can’t believe this

No way am I coming up with eleven people, though, so I’ll just go with…four. Four sounds good.

I tag:





Now I’ll just forget to notify anybody and then remember a year later and then decide it’s too late. Oh well. (Kidding, I’ll at least try to remember.)

I hope against hope that I had no typos, and thank you for making it to the end of this!

Know the Novel: Introduction; in which I participate in a linkup last minute

I’m doing Christine‘s linkup! I’ve been thinking of maybe participating in Nanowrimo after my SAT. I don’t expect to ‘win’ Nano, but it would be nice to have something motivating me to write every day. But whether I participate or not, I really wanted to do Christine’s linkup she hosted! Because the questions looked amazing.

I’m sorry, because I feel like the quality of this post is a bit all over the place, but I’m just dropping this in between study sessions, so that’s why. 🙂

1. What first sparked the idea for this novel?

The idea started with a series that was a childhood favorite. I was rereading it in the car one day, and suddenly I got the idea to do an Arthurian retelling from Mordred’s POV. I cautiously brought the idea of an Arthurian retelling up to my older sister, and since she apparently can read my mind or something, she wanted me to do it from Mordred’s point of view. (She cannot read my mind. We simply have very similar tastes in trashy villains.)

Reactions from my family varied, from my older sister’s “Oh my God, do it,” to my mother and little sister’s “So you’re writing a trashy villain story AGAIN.”

Ideas gotten from stories can be of varying quality–sometimes they’re much too similar to their source–but in this case, it was extremely different. ❤

2. Share a blurb!


Some people make this look so easy. I cannot.

3. Where does the story take place? What are some of your favorite aspects about the setting?

Medieval England. It’s kind of more of a High Medieval-ish Arthurian story than a more historical 6th century one. Specifically, it’s kind of 12th century-ish, because I read Chretien de Troyes (you should too) and got influenced. But it’s not very historically accurate at ALL.

My favorite thing about this setting is all the things I learn while researching! (I feel like that’s the same with most of my settings, tbh.) I had kind of a stereotyped idea of what the middle ages were like before researching for this. But it’s actually a very complex time period with a lot of interesting stories, just like other time periods. I feel like kind of an idiot for not guessing that before, but at least now I’ve learned a nice lesson about not believing everything people tell you. 🙂

4. Tell us about your protagonist(s).

And here is where I forget each and every one of my characters’ personality traits. What is a personality trait? What is personality? What is thought?

Okay, we have Mordred, who is really tired and needs a nap. He faints like a Gothic heroine, because apparently too much Emily St. Aubert influence. (I need to finish Udolpho. Somebody make me finish that book.) He’s quiet. He’s pretty stubborn. He’s very loyal to a very few people. He has very bad social skills (which is absolutely NOT a trait I share with him, what are you talking about).

And then there are a bunch of other important characters and stuff, but WRITING THAT ABOVE PARAGRAPH WAS HARD ENOUGH, I TELL YOU.

Incidentally, this is the largest cast I’ve ever written? Usually I can count my cast on one hand. This is so hard. How do you people who always write large casts do it?

5. Who (or what) is the antagonist?

Look, I don’t know anymore, okay? Who is the villain? Is Mordred a villain? Is it Arthur? I don’t know.

I feel like most of my stories don’t have clear-cut villains. There might be characters who are bad, but I’m pretty sure I can count my actual villains on one hand. I honestly find that kind of strange, now that I think about it. Maybe it’s because my stories tend to focus more on internal conflict? Idk.

6. What excites you the most about this novel?

Firstly, this got me into Arthurian legends! I always used to avoid it for some reason, but I got into it as a result of this story, and I love it so much! Arthurian legends are like a soap opera that then got a bunch of fanfic written about it, and then the fanfic got accepted as canon for some reason. It’s such a mess, and I love it.

Secondly, I like a lot of the themes in this, I love the characters, and I love the drama. These morons are so over-dramatic.

7. Is this going to be a series? standalone? something else?

Probably a standalone. Most of my stories are. This venture did spawn several other story ideas, but who even knows.

8. Are you plotting? pantsing? plansting?

I guess plantsing? My notes are spread out and scattered across a dozen different documents. I have a basic outline, but it’s mostly in my head. I think that would be plantsing.

9. Name a few things that makes this story unique.

You accuse me of originality, linkup? Do you know me?

Okay, I’m kidding. I do genuinely feel that this story is at least different from the things I’ve read, but it’s hard to pinpoint exactly what. I asked my sister, and she said that the characters are more comfortable with the family dysfunction than in most stories, and that the family dysfunction isn’t as sensationalized, so there’s that.

10. Share a fun “extra” of the story (a song or full playlist, some aesthetics, a collage, a Pinterest board, a map you’ve made, a special theme you’re going to incorporate, ANYTHING you want to share!).

My sister made me a playlist, which aww.

I also made a Pinterest board, of course.

Also, I reread a scene that I’d written a couple months ago, and even though technically I’m not sure if it actually makes sense as far as plot and backstory, it kept me engaged and entertained. Which is really nice.

So, I’m off to go study some more, as I should. My SATs are in a week.


Le Morte D’Arthur, book 1, part 19

I’m not out of hiatus yet–I’ll be back by November–but I’m dropping another chapter of this in between studying.

Also, I just found out I have thirty followers now. o_o Thanks so much.

Right so came Ulfius, and he said, openly so that the king and all who feasted that day might hear, ‘you are the falsest lady in the world, and the most traitorous unto the king’s person.’ [Sorry, what? He’s saying this to Igraine now? God, I hate this guy.]

‘Beware,’ said Arthur, ‘what you say. You speak a great accusation.’ [Thank you, Arthur. Please shut him down fast, for the sake of my sanity.]

‘I am well aware,’ said Ulfius, ‘what I speak, and here is my glove to prove it upon any man who will say the contrary, that Queen Igraine is the cause of your great damage and of your great war. For if she had uttered in the life of King Uther Pendragon of your birth and how you were begotten, you would never have had the deadly wars that you have had. For the most part of your barons of your realm never knew whose son you were, nor of whom you were begotten, and she who bore you of her body should have made it openly known in excusing her worship and yours, and in likewise to all the realm. [Let’s give a round of applause for that impressive feat of mental gymnastics! …Did I mention I hate this guy?] Wherefore I prove her false to God and to you and all your realm; and whoever will say the contrary, I will prove it on his body.’

Then Igraine spoke and said, ‘I am a woman, and I may not fight, but rather than I should be dishonoured, there would some good man take my quarrel. Moreover,’ she said, ‘you and Merlin know well, Sir Ulfius, how King Uther came to me in the Castle of Tintagel in the likeness of my husband, who was dead three hours before, and how King Uther thereby begat a child that night upon me. And after the thirteenth day, King Uther wedded me, and by his commandment, when the child was born it was delivered unto Merlin and nourished by him. And so I never saw the child after, nor knew his name, for I never knew him. [YOU TELL HIM, Igraine. You’re awesome and we stan. Also, ouch Uther is horrible.]

‘And there,’ Ulfius said to the queen, ‘Merlin is more to blame than you.’ [Ha, so he backed down. An apology is in order, but she probably won’t get one.]

‘Well, I know that I bore a child by my lord King Uther,’ said the queen, ‘but I know not what has become of him.’

Then Merlin took the king by the hand, saying, ‘this is your mother.’ And therewith Sir Ector bore witness how he nourished him by Uther’s commandment. And therewith King Arthur took his mother Queen Igraine in his arms and kissed her, and they both wept. [This is so heartwarming, but Ulfius and Merlin are also horrifying and I’m not sure which emotion is stronger in me right now] And then the king let make a feast that lasted eight days.

Then one day there came into the court a squire on horseback, leading a knight before him wounded to the death, and he told them how there was a knight in the forest who had reared up a pavilion by a well. ‘He has slain my master, a good knight; his name was Miles,’ said the squire. ‘Wherefore I beseech you that my master may be buried, and that some knight may avenge my master’s death.’ [What is it with knights in these stories setting themselves up at random places and fighting all who pass through? Where do they get the time? I want their time.]

Then the noise was great of that knight’s death in the court, and every man said his advice. Then came Griflet, who was but a squire, and he was young, of the age of King Arthur. So he besought the king, for all his service that he had done him, to give the order of knighthood.

Here I am, ten days before the SAT and desperately in need of more time to study, and here these losers are, parked in front of some river or road or whatever and demanding to fight everyone who goes by. No, I’m not bitter, why do you ask?

The Well ‘O The World’s End

So, The Well ‘O The World’s End, the only version of Princess and the Frog that I can stand! I didn’t expect to find a version of this I liked either. But I’m kind of thrilled that I did! It even features a sympathetic parental figure, which yes!

An old widow lives alone with her daughter in a small cottage, and one day the woman decides she would like to make some cakes. The only problem is, right after she has gotten most of the ingredients together, she realizes there is no water in the house.

Oh, I HATE it when this happens. You get started on a recipe and you realize you’re missing a key ingredient. God, I’m having flashbacks.

The mother goes outside to her daughter and hand her the jug and asks her to go to the Well o’ the World’s End, because the water is supposed to produce the best cakes or something. It is a long way from their house to the well, leaving me wondering why they don’t just try a closer water source just this once, and the girl is tired out by the time she reaches it. She finds out that the well is dried up, and she sits down and begins to cry, being both extremely tired and extremely annoyed. The story says that she didn’t know where to get more water, so maybe that explains things; there actually isn’t another water source in the area. Maybe a drought?

Anyway, the frog takes her crying as his cue to show up. He offers to help her if she’ll marry him, and she agrees, because fairy tale logic!

The frog jumps down to the bottom of the well, and the well becomes full to the brim. She fills the jug and goes back home without worrying about it much. That changes, however, when she and her mother are about to go to bed and she hears a knock on the door. She hears a voice sing:

“Open the door, my hinnie, my heart, Open the door, my own true love, And remember the promise that you and I made, down in the meadow, where we two met.”

Hinnie, is apparently, a Scottish/northern English word for sweetheart? I think?

The girl, feeling rather frightened, assures her mother that it’s just a frog. The mother, apparently very chill with the concept of talking animals, feels sorry for the frog and tells the daughter to let the frog in.

This. This is why I love the story better than its other variants. The mother doesn’t force her to invite the frog in because she made a promise, even though the promise was made under very shady circumstances. It’s not because she hates her daughter, either. It’s just because she feels sorry for the frog.

The girl unwillingly lets the frog in, and it hops across the room to the fireside. It begins to sing again:

“Oh give me my supper, my hinnie, my heart, Oh give me my supper, my own true love; Remember the promise that we both made, Down in the meadow where we two met.”

“Give the poor beast his supper,” says the old woman. “It’s an uncommon paddock that can sing like that.”

Paddock is an archaic word for frog. In case you didn’t know

The daughter is pretty cross and very frightened by this point, though I’m not sure if she’s specifically scared of frogs, magical talking frogs, or magical talking frogs that try to bargain their way into marriage. Either way, no judgement! “I’m not going to be so silly as to feed a wet, sticky paddock,” she snaps.

“Don’t be so ill-natured and cruel,” the mother says. “Who knows how far the little beastie has travelled? And I warrant that it would like a saucerful of milk.”

The daughter gets the frog some milk. The frog starts to sing again:

“Now chop off my head, my hinnie, my heart, Chop off my head, my own true love, And remember the promise that you and I made, Down in the meadow where we two met.”

“Pay no heed, the creature’s daft,” exclaims the old woman as the daughter raises the axe to chop off the frog’s head. Am I wrong for finding this visual hilarious? She didn’t waste any time grabbing that axe, tho

The daughter chops off the head before her mother can stop her. Rather than dying, the frog is transformed into a handsome prince. The mother and daughter begin to kneel, but the prince stops them. “‘Tis I that should kneel to thee, sweetheart,” he says to the girl. Awww. He explains that he was placed under a curse by a fairy who killed his father. The curse could only be broken if a maiden agreed to marry him, let him into the house, and cut off his head. I just love all the strangely specific things people have to do to break these curses.

And of course, the girl and the prince get married. Awww.

This is probably going to be my last post for a little while, because I’ve got my SATs coming up and I need to study. (Pray for meeee, I am so underprepared) I might post intermittently or I might not post at all, it depends on how much time I actually end up having. So goodbye for now! Au revoir!

I would totally post a gif of George Wickham leaning out of his carriage and yelling “Au Revoir” but I can’t find one sorry

The Mystery Blogger Award

I feel like something about this kind of fits with the aesthetic of my blog. I don’t know why.

Also, I haven’t been posting enough, I know. I have too many ideas and not enough ideas I just love. But I want to write more! I just need to get back on schedule.


  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog.
  2. List the rules.
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog. (Thank you, Weez!)
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well. (https://www.okotoenigmasblog.com/ )
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself. (Three sounds manageable)
  6. You have to nominate 10-20 people. (That does not sound manageable.)
  7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog. (I will tryyy)
  8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify). (Aren’t all my questions weird?)
  9. Share a link to your best post(s). (Yes *fist pump*)


  1. What three songs sum up your life?

Can I tweak this to be song artists instead? Halsey for my melodramatic side, Florence + the Machine for my artistic side, and idk probably some emo rock band or something

2. If you were five colors, what colors would they be?


I feel like blue manages to be chill and passionate at the same time.


Green is unchanging and ancient and foresty and no, I don’t know what I’m saying either, but it fits me.


I can’t really describe why this feels right, but it just does. There’s just something about purple.

Rose pink/sunset pink

Idk man it just fits okay (these answers are getting more and more deep)


This probably more true of me from three years ago rather than right now, but it still kind of fits. And I put waay too much thought into colors. I even type my characters to a colour, and it helps me with characterization.

3. What’s your favorite shirt right now?

Still the tapeworm shirt, I think (also I just typoed ‘shirt’ as a swear word, glad I caught that before publishing this post oops)

4. (weird question) do letters have corresponding colors?

YES. I think the colorful alphabet fridge magnets did it to me. I do it more to numbers, though.

A is red and kind of a go-getter letter. B is navy, and very laid-back. C is orangish yellow and–you get the picture.

5. What’s one movie Disney should never remake (controversial questions asked by Weez) ?


I honestly wouldn’t mind if they remade Snow White. I want to watch Aladdin. I could possibly watch their Sword in the Stone remake, as long as it’s on Netflix. So I’m not against remakes as a concept, but…I do wish there weren’t quite so many. And I wish the effort they put into remakes was put into original content instead. I want more retellings, and just…Original content. It’s all I ask for. WE ALL KNOW YOU’RE A SOULLESS MONEY-EATING CONGLOMERATE, DISNEY, YOU DON’T HAVE TO PROVE IT TO US.

Ahem. So, three facts about myself?

No. Never mind, I can’t do this. My brain either wants to give the dullest, most generic information or else it wants to overshare like a drunk friend at a party. I can’t.

And a link to my very favorite post. This is very hard all of the sudden.

Oh wait, never mind, it’s this one.

So, five questions!

  1. Is there a fairy tale or myth you think should be retold more?
  2. Coffee or tea?
  3. (weird question) What’s your favorite out of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?
  4. What’s some writing advice you personally don’t follow?
  5. What’s your least favorite book?

I tag:


Jenna Terese



And whoever happens to read this! Consider yourself tagged, and thank you for putting up with this messy post all the way to the end.

Le Morte D’Arthur, book 1, part 18

You know that episode in that TV series you watch that has you wondering if the scriptwriters were high while writing it? Well, this section is that, but for books, and I am LOVING IT.

‘Sir knight,’ said the king, ‘leave that quest and suffer me to have it, and I will follow it another twelvemonth.’ [Because you’ll totally be able to fit that in with all of your other responsibilities! 😀 This is starting to feel like something I would do, oh no]

‘Ah, fool,’ said the knight unto Arthur, ‘your desire is in vain, for it shall never be achieved except by me or my next kin.’ [Wait, but Palomides wasn’t related to Pellinore that I know of and…Oh, never mind.] Therewith he started unto the king’s horse and mounted into the saddle, and said, ‘gramercy, this horse is mine own.’

‘Well,’ said the king, ‘you may take my horse by force, but I might prove whether you are better on horseback or I.’ [Arthur, this never ends well (at least not in real life)]

‘Well,’ said the knight, ‘seek me here when you will, and here by this well you shall find me.’ And so he passed on his way.

Then the king sat in thought and bade his men fetch his horse as fast as ever they might. Right so came by him Merlin, like a child of fourteen years of age, and saluted the king, and asked him why he was so pensive. ‘I may well be pensive,’ said the king, ‘for I have seen the most marvelous sight that I have ever seen.’

‘That I know well,’ said Merlin, ‘as well as yourself and of all your thoughts. But you are a fool to take thought, for it will not amend you. Also I know what you are, and who your father was, and of whom you were begotten. King Uther Pendragon was your father, and begat you on Igraine.’ [Merlin, have you heard the phrase, ‘locking the barn after the horse is stolen?’ You should have told this to him years ago.]

‘That is false,’ said King Arthur. ‘How should you know it? You are not so old of years as to know my father.’

‘Yes,’ said Merlin. ‘I know it better than you or any man living.’

‘I will not believe you,’ said Arthur, and he was wroth with the child. So Merlin departed and came again in the likeness of an old man of fourscore years of age, whereof the king was right glad, for he seemed to be an upright man.

Then said the old man, ‘why are you so sad?’

‘I may well be heavy-hearted,’ said Arthur, ‘for many things. Also here was a child who told me many things that it seemed to me that he should not know, for he was not of an age to know my father.’

‘Yes,’ said the old man. ‘The child told you the truth, and more would he have told you if you would have suffered him. But you have done a thing of late that God is displeased with you, for you have lain with your sister, and on her you have gotten a child that shall destroy you and all the knights of your realm.’ [Aw, Mordred, my precious murder-child] [Also, WHOSE FAULT IS THIS, MERLIN. I ASK YOU.]

[Literally the only reason why I like Mordred is because I’m writing him, he is such a garbage fire, seriously] [But he’s a garbage fire we stan]

‘What are you,’ said Arthur, ‘that tells me these tidings?’

‘I am Merlin, and I was he in the child’s likeness.’

‘Ah,’ said King Arthur, ‘you are a marvelous man; but I marvel much at your words that I must die in battle.’ […That’s what you’re focusing on right now? That is a pretty awful thing to find out, I guess. But I still think it’s funny.]

[Arthur: I slept with my sister? ‘Kay, whatever. Wait, I’m going to die in battle?]

‘Marvel not,’ said Merlin, ‘for it is God’s will your body be punished for your foul deeds. But I may well be sorry, for I shall die a shameful death, to be put in the earth quick, and you shall die a worshipful death.’ And as they talked of this, someone came with the king’s horse, and so the king mounted on his horse and Merlin on another, and so they rode unto Caerleon. And anon the king asked Ector and Ulfius how he was begotten, and they told him Uther Pendragon was his father, and Queen Igraine was his mother.

Then he said to Merlin, ‘I will that my mother be sent for that I may speak with her. And if she says so herself, then will I believe it.’ [Yayy, Igraine is briefly back in the story, I’ve missed her] In all haste the queen was sent for, and she came and brought with her Morgan le Fey, her daughter, who was as fair a lady as any might be, and the king welcomed Igraine in the best manner.

Yay, I am (sort of) on schedule! A little late in the day, but no matter. That makes me unreasonably happy.