These past few months I've been
completely drowning into good stories-hunting, which means lots of movies and
lots of books. Well, not exactly movies but episodes of some TV-series I found really
good. REALLY. GOOD. It really needs to be repeated to accentuate the meaning.
This time, my newest fangirling
episode focused on the one, and one only, genre: Historical Romance. I'm
quite familiar with the genre and was actually crazy about it before, when I
was 17 or 18 because of Bridgerton Series
by Julia Quinn. Then the madness faded, not because I was bored, but more
because I couldn't find any other stories comparable to The Duke And I or The
Viscount Who Loves Me (both are the first and second book of the mentioned
series by Julia Quinn). Until last few months when the limited access of
internet forced me to find another source of entertaiment: books. I began to read books again and was shortly welcomed by the
familiar feeling with words and sentences, that build up beautiful stories. I
love that feeling.
I read mostly Julia Quinn's and
Eloisa James', both are historical romance authors. I finished dozens of their
works in weeks and my daily daydreaming soon influenced by it. The time when
gentlemen rode horses and wore high hats, the ladies changed clothes six times a
day and lived only to find the most agreeable husband, and so on. There are
simple story lines: beautiful girl searched for husband, who mostly an
aristocrat, extremly rich, and, fortunately, they fall in love with each other.
Of course, there'll also be one or more missunderstandings in the way.
I do nothing else but read, even
now when the new semester had begun. I am so enjoying reading good stories and
let my imagination goes wild, that I'm becoming a trash: just lying there on the bed for hours and read. People would
have no idea how hard it is for me, to leave my bed and book each day to, well,
become human, which includes going to classes and doing the assignments. To be
honest, eating and sleeping wasn't even on the top of my priority-list anymore
these days.
But then I feel something wrong
with my eyes, I couldn't see as clearly as before. I went to check my eyes and
they said nothing was wrong. My sister then told me to stop reading in the mean
time and let my eyes to rest. So, unfortunately, I had to put down the books. I
then started to go online again and found some new-seemingly-interesting series
: Da Vinci's Demons and
Masters of Sex. Both are period series
(still historical) and finished within a week. At the end there's not really a break
for my eyes. *evil laugh*
Strangely, I feel my sight got much
better now. Maybe there's a different effect from reading than watching, I
don't know.
After finishing both series,
which are really
highly recommended
so to say, I began to put my eyes on
Downton Abbey, a famous successful british TV-series since 2010. It sets in years
short before the World War I (1914-1918) and also afterwards.
I've been planing to watch
Downton Abbey since years ago, even when I was still in Indonesia. But I always missed it on TV and I don't like to watch from the
middle or with skipped episodes, so I chose not to watch and will try to find
the DVDs or stream it later instead. Unfortunately, I never got the time or
mood until last week. With all the historical romance feeling blooming inside
me, I finally tried the first episode. Then the second. The third. And so on. I
found myself not able to stop watching and I finished all 4 completed-series
and the uncompleted fifth serie in a week. And then here comes the real
madness.
SPOILERS ALLERT!!!
