There’s been a lot of talk lately about Netflix documentaries, and I decided a couple of months ago to jump on the bandwagon and watch one of the most talked about. It was Conversations with a Killer: The Ted Bundy Tapes.
I was fascinated. I have absolutely no idea why, but it’s sparked an interest in me that I never knew I had. The documentary itself was fine; it was a good introduction to who Ted Bundy was and what he did without going too in-depth into the more gory details, but after it had finished I was left feeling a little like there was a lot more to know. The episodes weren’t as scary or chilling as was advertised, and morbid curiosity led me to find out more.
Incidentally, and completely unlike me, I decided to download a book on Kindle called The Bundy Murders: A Comprehensive History by Kevin M. Sullivan. I don’t think I’ve downloaded more than 10 non-fiction books in my life, but I couldn’t put it down. The desire to know what he did and the fact that I can’t understand why just made me want to read more and more. The book was great; it wasn’t too distasteful, but you really get a sense of the evil and insanity going on in his mind. It’s started an interest in serial killers that is totally unexpected, and I’ve now moved onto reading about others such as Arthur Shawcross and Jeffery Dahmer.
It’s also instilled in me the knowledge that I don’t necessarily have to read fiction. Before now, the thought of my reading anything other than fiction and manga filled me with dread. There are not many non-fiction books that I’ve read in my life that haven’t bored me to tears, so when I read for pleasure, non-fiction does not come to mind. The fact that I not only made it through a non-fiction book, that I actually enjoyed it and want to read more, has encouraged me to pick up other non-fiction that will help me in my career.
However, to be completely contradictory, I have just finished a fiction book; I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith. I completely didn’t expect it, but it has a very similar feel to Pride and Prejudice, which I love. I’m not sure what made me pick it up, to be honest.
It’s obviously set in a later time period than P&P, and refers several times to Austen and Brontë, but it still retains that classic, romantic feel that comes from a period of time in England where shillings were currency and pagan rites weren’t altogether uncommon. The main character, Cassandra, is wonderfully down to earth for her age (despite being called ‘innocently naïve’!), and has wit and humour enough to keep the reader engaged and not feeling like it’s an angsty teenager’s diary.
Speaking of angsty teenagers, Captain Marvel seemed to be a movie made for the 17 year old me. I LOVED it. Ever since I saw it on Friday, my Angry Girl Music spotify playlist has been on non-stop, prolonging that wonderful empowered feeling that women sometimes get.
The soundtrack to the film was everything I used to listen to as a teenager and more. Within the first 20 minutes of the film, I saw references to three favourite bands of the teenage grunge-girl me. It was a Marvel film for girls, definitely, but without being overly feminine. Captain Marvel is a triumph, I think, for women like me, who have grown up with self-esteem issues, feelings of inadequacy due to media pressures and a love of geekery such as comics and games. For the most powerful Avenger to be a woman who so epitomises the characters of women everywhere, it’s a big deal, and for it to have had the reception it has is absolutely fantastic.