Minor bookgasm

The other day half of my group went on a walking tour of Valencia´s historical area district (aka Barrio del Carmen). Afterwards I was walking back to the metro stop and came across a bookstore. (Squee! The fact that I´m not fluent in Spanish isn´t at all a deterrent. Whee.) After picking out some postcards I went poking through the children´s section, thinking that would be a good place to begin reading.

Result: The purchase of the Spanish translation of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe . I won´t understand half of what is written, but at least I know the gist of what is happening, C.S. Lewis has a simple writing style, and it will be good practice for reading out loud. Part of me insists that I was just feeling the effects of new-book deprivation. (Notice that I am not denying it.) Shopping can be so entertaining.

I apologize if there are typos; I´m still adjusting to Spanish keyboards.

movie agony

In autumn I saw a few previews for Pan´s Labyrinth and immediately went, "Ooh! Must see!" I´m a total sucker for the Peter Pan story and variations on it. (Also finally watched Mirrormask a few months ago. Thank God for Neil Gaiman.) As life enjoys teasing us, however, when the movie arrived in the U.S. it wasn´t in any cities near me. And now I´m in Spain, so I could maybe find it on DVD, but there would be no English subtitles and I wouldn´t know what is happening. Curses! Foiled again!