That Time I Saw Beauty and the Beast with My Mom

First, a brief history of my relationship with the animated Disney version of Beauty and the Beast.  Basically, it’s just that I must have watched it a million times growing up, I had a Disney cassette tape that included “Gaston” (I use antlers in all of my de-cor-rating!) and I have that yellow dress imprinted on my brain for eternity.  That movie is just part of who I am.

And it wasn’t until I was sitting next to my mom, in a packed IMAX 3D theater, watching that opening scene of Belle wandering the village that I realized just how many times I’d seen the animated version.  It was all SO fresh in my mind.  The way the mud just drips right off Gaston after his failed marriage proposal.  The way Beast’s voice echoes when he says “IT’S FORBIDDEN!” Cogsworth getting stuck upside down in that Jell-O mold during “Be Our Guest.”  Those beams of light coming from Beast’s hands and feet as he changes back into a man.  Okay, yeah, I’ve seen that movie too many times.  But my point is that the live version captured all those moments so well!  I straight up had chills though most of it.

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My perfect mother being perfectly cute.

I kept thinking there was no way they could capture the true spectacle of plates and candles dancing or the wonderment of the ballroom scene but “Tale as Old as Time” came on, Belle and Beast were just two people but they seemed to fill up that entire room dancing and the splendor was all there.  I was seconds from a “I’m not crying, you’re crying!” moment but I try to keep the tears on lock when I’m in a public movie theater, ya know?  I didn’t care for those three Broadway (I think?) songs and I didn’t need any backstory on Belle’s mom, but those things weren’t deal-breakers.

In the end, it was JUST like the animated version in that once Beast turned back into a prince, I was underwhelmed 😛  In all seriousness, maybe my love of the live version was mostly rooted in how much I adore the animated version and the fact that they didn’t stray much from it, but whatever!  My heart was so happy and that’s all that matters ♥

P.S. One time, my parents took us to Disneyland and when we saw Gaston at breakfast my sister said “I thought you died” and his response was “My hair saved me.”  SO GOOD.

Recent Reads

I’m on my third book of the year and it’s only January!  I know that’s not groundbreaking, but for me it feels impressive, exciting and so so good.  I’ve been a regular reader most my life but I feel like it’s taken me three years to really hit this stride I’m in.  This daily reading habit feels so essential to life right now ♥

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Only Daughter by Anna Snoekstra

This was our January book club read and it falls into that “not the worst, but definitely not the best” category.  It’s about a runaway who, to get out of trouble with the law, impersonates another girl who had gone missing ten years earlier.  If you’re thinking “that would never happen/work,” then I’m right there with you.  Sometimes you’re five pages into a book that’s so ridiculously implausible that you have to make a mental decision to overlook that, otherwise you’ll never get through the next 275 pages.

Redeeming factors: it wasn’t horrible writing, I steamrolled through it because I just wanted to see what happened in the end and it made for a lively discussion at our meeting.  It was also one of those books that I didn’t realize had so many plot holes and unanswered questions until 30 (we had a HUGE group this month!) other women pointed them out.  In other words, I’m not so sure I’d recommend this one.

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The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein

I got this one in a book swap in December and when I put a picture up on Instagram, you all lost your shit!  Comment after comment telling me how good it was and I’d been wanting to read it for years so my excitement level was high.  And my expectation level was high too, so maybe that’s why the book didn’t blow me away.  Don’t get me wrong, I like it A LOT, but did I LOVE it?  Not exactly.

When you tell someone you’re reading a book narrated by a dog, you also have to tell them that this is an intelligent, well-spoken, soul-of-a-human type of dog.  I thought the voice Garth Stein gave Enzo was so wonderful.  He made him observant, understanding, relentlessly loyal and more sensible than a lot of actual humans are.  So while it won’t be joining the ranks of my very favorite books, it will definitely still be up there.

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84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff

This little book is only 97 pages long, but oh how many words it has inspired in me.  It compiles the written correspondences between a woman in New York and the employees of a rare book store in London, beginning in 1949 and lasting 24 years.  What begins as a request for a few books, turns into a rare friendship between Helene, her main correspondent Frank Doel, his wife, his neighbor, his co-workers and eventually his daughter.  Helene’s letters are so sharp, spunky and playful, even as a reader, you can’t help but feel attached to her.  She draws you in so quickly, as if you were an immediate friend.

It is so incredible to me how these relationships develop so easily and with complete sincerity.  From across an ocean!  The Londoners frequently and earnestly invite Helene to visit them and it is both wonderful and unbelievable to me that such a trusting bond could exist at such a distance.  Ain’t no way I’d invite someone I’d only interacted with through a letter to visit me and I’m trying to decide if that’s because we live in a less trusting world or if we’re just more cautious nowadays?  By the end of this, I was left feeling so heartened and heartbroken at the same time.  Gosh, I just adored it.

P.S. If you, like me, are a fan of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, this reads like a shorter real-life version.

So tell me, what are YOU reading?