Alice in Wonderland has a special place on my bookshelf. The faux leather bindings of the copy that I used to read with my mother are loosely repaired with tape that has lost much of its stickiness. It is part of the same collection of classics that contained Gone With The Wind, the second book, turned movie, that shaped me. But Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass are the big girl stories my mom let me read first. Apparently, according to some, in 1865 when Lewis Carroll (born Charles Lutwidge Dodgson) wrote this book full of anthropomorphized animals, he was alluding to various political and personal issues of his time.
This is my mindspill. Mostly about comics, books, video games, movies of the science fiction and fantasy leanings. Sometimes recipes and parenting stuff will sneak in, along with a real world rant or two.