As thin shadows swayed across my
window blind, my fingers clutched the book to my chest. My throat muscles
convulsed, and the blood trapped in my veins by the shock suddenly thundered
on, rushing heat through my body.
It was him… the creeping man.
This was my first identifiable memory as a Sherlock Holmes fan.
For the uninformed, The Maze Runner is a dystopian film about a community of boys trapped in a Glade located in the middle of a Maze where the walls change their configuration during the night. In the night, evil creatures called Grievers hunt in the Maze, and woe be to any Glader caught outside the Glade when the doors close at sunset.
Macgyver. Now, I’m not talking about the new incarnation of the character, but the original version played by Richard Dean Anderson in the 1980s. I remember sitting in front of the television at age 6, enthralled by every miracle he worked with random, everyday items like a paperclip or a bit of tape. Continue reading
One reading subject dominated my growing-up period–The Hardy Boys. Most little girls I knew were reading either Nancy Drew, which I get because my mother is a huge fan even today, or Goosebumps, which was not up my alley. No, my passion was to be one Frank and Joe’s “chums,” off on crazy and reckless adventures with them. Continue reading
The people we allow into our lives shape us. They become a part of our identity whether or not we realize it. I look back on the teenage me and am amazed at how little I knew of classic literature. Oh, sure, there were lessons in Shakespeare and a truly painful course on Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter, but apart from that my interests were average. I spent most of my time reading flimsy clean romances. Continue reading
When I first chose Gotham as my topic for this article, I determined that I would not write about my favorite character. I would delve into the multiple personality disorder of Jim Gordon, or the odd teen romance of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle, or focus on the redemptive qualities of Oswald Cobblepot, or even rant against the vindictive nature of all the female characters in the show save one. But I couldn’t do it. Because, for me, the only reason I watched Gotham in the first place is the man who plays Alfred Pennyworth. Continue reading
Sidney Poitier. How do I describe a man who stood beside Martin Luther King Jr. during his “I Have a Dream” speech in 1963? How do I describe a man who often was the only African American on the set of his movies? How do I describe a man who makes me laugh and breaks my heart because I know the beleaguered characters of racial injustice he played was also a role he lived? Continue reading
NOV / DEC 2016: BY CARISSA HORTON
A long time ago in a state far, far away a little 8-year-old girl named Carissa watched Star Wars for the first time. In a fit of 8-year-old wisdom she decided that Luke Skywalker was the best, most heroic, most amazing man who ever lived and that she wanted to marry him someday. But only if Macgyver was unavailable. This little girl went to school and then on to college where she learned the art of analysis and criticism and decided that although Luke Skywalker was still fab, perhaps he wasn’t quite the hero she’d always dreamed him to be. Continue reading
HALLOWEEN 2016: BY CARISSA HORTON
Time is cruelty for Miss Havisham, the eccentric owner of Satis House in Charles Dickens’ fine novel Great Expectations. The progression of time drives her mad; to protect what little sanity she has left she must stop time’s progression. It’s impossible to do so. Time is powerful and in its willful determination to do as God dictates, Miss Havisham leads a fantasy life where she protects herself from the hurt of abandonment. Continue reading
MAY / JUNE 2016: BY CARISSA HORTON
Zootopia. You’ve all heard of it, some of you have seen it. Maybe you’ve seen it and don’t even have kids. I fall into that particular category myself. Guess what? It’s the most socially impactful movie of 2016 to date. You heard me right.
Zootopia is a little movie that has so much heart it’s just absolutely full to bursting. The little bunny who wants to be a cop and the fox who’s a confidence trickster. Both are exactly what they seem a.k.a. a dumb bunny and a sly fox. But on this journey they’re forced to work together to catch the bad guys. Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde discover that there’s more to each other and themselves than just the stereotypes. Continue reading