An age in which if you have ever felt the need to cathartically yell at a character who p*sses you off you can DO SO!
|omg let' s just pretend this is their wedding|
An age wherein MOST OF THE FICTIONAL CAST of "Christy" in an odd book/adaptation hybrid have taken to twitter and to, in some cases, recapping scenes in 140 characters. The best part, all TRUE to each character's voice.
Now, I have read thousands of books in my lifetime ( no hyperbole. tis fact) and I have never hated any character more than I hate David Grantland. Just irrational hatred. Doesn't matter what incarnation: book or television adaptation. David Grantland and I are not friends. Before Twilight Heck--even after Twilight, this is the best literary love triangle ever ( except it's more of a duo because David sucks). TRIVIA: Meg Cabot even shouts out to Christy and the dilemma of two men to win her hand in The Princess Diaries.
I hate David he is useless.
and now, thanks to the power of twitter and the devious and insane amount of fun I get from it, I can coax, cajole and bury David in words of *bitingly incendiary wit
(*I like to think they are bitingly incendiary and full of wit)
Whether you're on Team Neil or Team David ( wait. there is no Team David, is there?) or you think a social experiment wherein actual humans cloak themselves in fictional identities that, I think might actually entertain Catherine Marshall, welcome to Twitter--- Cutter Cap-style
There are several Christy Huddlesons on twitter ( also Anne Shirley and Jane Eyre, whodathunk); but this is the account I follow:
@DavidGrantland ( written by a friend of mine)
@macneil_neil (amazing. who ARE you )
I believe the same pitch-perfect voice at the helm of C_Hudd is responsible for Miss Alice and Neil MacNeill.
note: Neil MacNeill on twitter is the greatest thing to ever happen
second note: someone on facebook told me that they guy who plays Neil MacNeill is actually Australian and not actually Scottish. Which ruined my childhood.
|If this makes any sense to you or amuses you whatsoever, ain't no PARTY like an S Club Party, know what I'm sayin'|