Ellie and Hardy
Naww. That’s just cute. First they’re accused, in court, of having an affair. Then they take off to Sandbrook together.
Now that was just depressing.
Except for Beth’s awesomely uneventful birth at home. She would’ve had more post-birth euphoria without the pethidine, but I’m not surprised she needed it with Ellie there stressing the hell out of her.
First we have a delightful tiff between the two of them, culminating in Ellie throwing her car keys at Hardy (“I hope you bloody well crash and have a heart attack while you are crashing!”).
My recap of Broadchurch Series 2 Episode 1 is here. SPOILERS follow for Episode 2.
This time round I’m trying a different approach. I’m doing a recap of each plot strand, instead of jumping around scene by (micro) scene.
It doesn’t look like The A.V. Club is going to be reviewing Series 2 of Broadchurch, so I thought I’d do it myself. [Edit: Yay! They are. See link.] Feel free to comment – I’d love to hear what you think of each episode, and I get a notification for every comment so I’ll be here to respond even months or years from now (unlike at A.V. Club where the conversation moves on and crickets chirp in the hallways). But please do not post spoilers for upcoming episodes, even with a spoiler warning. I’m watching this as I post and I will see your comment.
Thar be SPOILERS ahead for this episode, though, so make sure you click the right episode for what you’ve watched. And these posts will be more discussion and appreciation of Broadchurch than critical review. For this first episode I have posted an almost-scene-by-scene recap, with my snarky commentary. I’m going to do it a bit differently for the remaining episodes, as I’d rather track each plot strand linearly and not jump around the way the show does. It’s okay on film, but damn annoying in print.
My teen science-fantasy novel Madison Lane and the Wand of Rasputin has been published on Kindle, and will be available in print later in the month.
Just for fun, and a leap out of my comfort zone, I made a video of me reading an extract from "Maddie". Enjoy.
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The following post is sponsored by Grammarly. I also ran this post through their grammar check just for fun, because I knew it would trip over my grammar blunder examples. I’m wicked that way! See my results below.
Writing has become more conversational than ever before thanks to blogging and social media. But does this mean grammatical standards should be tossed out the window completely with the defence of “I write like I speak”? It pays to be aware of how your conversational style is perceived internationally. Are these quirky variances tripping you up?
“Different [than]” instead of “Different to”
Comparisons involve three “steps”:
good, better, best
happy, happier, happiest
...whereas a judgement, statement, or opinion is specific to a single option:
My teen science-fantasy book, Madison Lane and the Wand of Rasputin, will be out later in the year - at this stage I anticipate September or October. This is a very first sketch for the cover illustration by the talented Sandra Salsbury.
Here is the blurb for the book:
Be careful what you wish for.
When Madison Lane is given a magic wand, she wishes for the thing she wants the most – or so she thinks. As she tries to reverse the consequences of her wish she is pulled into another world and a quest to compensate for using the Wand of Rasputin. It is there that she discovers the real, terrifying cost of making a wish. And how impossible it is to control her own thoughts. One more wish and she loses everyone and everything she loves.
And now someone else is after the wand. Someone who will stop at nothing to get it. Someone with an unfair advantage.
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Beyond the murk
The ire of dragon long impaled on wretched lance
Encircled in a bitter trial.
Sacred heart and evil dance
And hemlock burns in desperate pale
Beyond and through the cries of night
Bewitched and thrice behove of light
Briton’s daughter-earth beyond
Fearless echo of their heart.
It was a day for dancing, Eloise thought. A week of rain and now weak sunlight trickled through the dissolving clouds and everything sparkled. But she had vowed never to dance again.
She looked down at her purple fairy gumboots as she squelched through the muddy grass. What a wonderful sound they made. Not as nice as the clack, clack sound Trina was making on the pathway. Eloise turned her head and grinned at her sister.
“I wish there was some way to tell them apart,” the lady at the grocer’s had once said to their mother. That was before the accident, of course. Now they were The Normal One and The One in the Wheelchair.
But today Trina had legs. Shiny metal legs that went clack, clack on the pathway. Faster and faster she went until Eloise could feel joy-thrill-wonder-relief coming from her the way she could sometimes feel a tiny bit of the worst of her pain. The clack, clack was the beat of a song, now. Eloise stepped onto the pathway and took her sister’s hands.
And they danced.
This story was written for all the paralympic athletes and others who inspire by overcoming the difficulties they face, and was prompted by this gorgeous photo of Cody McCasland and his carbon blades.
Photo credit: Dancing Children by Valerie Everett