I think it’s funny when people post their favorite things. But I can’t help it. When you like something, you want to share the love.
It would be an understatement to say that Laura Ingalls Wilder was a big part of my childhood. It’s almost embarrassing to see how much those books and her life shaped me, even today. A NOTE TO PARENTS: Make sure you choose books for your kids wisely – books definitely shape minds.
And not shortly after came Anne of Green Gables. My aunt gave me the complete set for Christmas when I was three, and I remember opening it and thinking, Why did she give me this? I can’t even read! But a few years later, I was grateful! The thing with Anne, though, is that I watched the movies at my grandmother’s long before I read the books. I would ALMOST say they are equally dear to me, but that feels so wrong. I can’t help it. The movie is beautiful.
This was definitely my favorite movie all through high school and college. Oh my gosh. Beautiful. And every time sad things start happening, I think, Wait, this is happening again? Seriously? I guess I think maybe this time Paul will save himself.
(I love it for the story, I love it for the time period, I love it for the beauty in the landscape, and I love it for Brad Pitt. Honesty is important.)
And this is my favorite movie right now. I discovered this last October with some friends, and the music was absolutely haunting (turns out one of the boys I dated in college used to hum the tune, but I never knew what it was from!). Watch this if you want interesting story-telling, beautiful cinematography, and, in my opinion, a look at evil and how we respond to it.
I watch this movie every year around Christmas. I know it isn’t technically a Christmas movie, but the mood is Christmasy – family, love, hope, change. And every time I watch it, I cry at two scenes: the scene where they surprise Beth with a piano (wow. seriously. you can feel the shock and joy.), and the scene where Beth dies. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I watch it. Jo seems more and more like me at this stage: wanting a change but not wanting a change at the same time.
Traipsing through the snow, singing Christmas carols.
That sounds fun.
I first watched this movie when I was sixteen. And I hated it. It was too slow, not enough dialogue, and despite the beautiful shots, all I could think was nothing is HAPPENING! But I re-watched it this weekend, and what a couple years can do! I still think it could do with a few scene cuts, but James Horner’s music is perfect, and all the nature shots are amazing.
I’ve been debating over whether or not to add this movie to my “favorites”: 1. Because almost all of the characters are extremely messed up, make horrible choices that hurt those around them, and part of me just isn’t in the mood anymore for seriously-messed-up stories, 2. Because every time I watch it, I think, Why am I doing this to myself again? I know how this ends, I know how upsetting it is. What is my deal? But those just aren’t good enough reasons, apparently, not to admit that this movie strikes something inside me. It might be the beauty of the landscape. It might be the honesty with which it portrays family and struggles within family and the deep, dark desires that some of us try to ignore and others of us can’t wait to give in to. I think it has a lot to do with my love of the west (or, my love of what I imagine the west to be). I see adventure, wilderness, independence, and I am hooked. My brother always cites the end of this movie (SPOILER!) when Tristan is killed by the bear as “the best way to go,” and part of me agrees. Live a long life and go down fighting. Sounds a lot better than a hospital bed.
I love this show. I can’t help it – a story about four grown kids? Two boys, two girls? A close family? Sure, it has its faults (a lot of drama, a lot of poor choices, etc.), but it’s pretty well done, and the dialogue’s good, too.
These books and movies are best enjoyed with one of these:
Or some of this:
A little loose-leaf tea for an afternoon pick-me-up.
Beekeeping (I wish this were me, but alas, it’s my father. I am more of the helper in the operation.)
How cool is this? There’s even pollen on those legs!
And my garden, complete with white fence, arbor, and wheelbarrow.
One of my favorite things about where I live is that we get all four seasons. I know some people would kill to live in a warm place year-round, but right now, I love that I get to experience it all.