Musical composer genius Bear McCreary recently dropped the soundtrack from Outlander season 4. We won’t have to wait much longer for season 5 – my personal favorite as far as the books are concerned. I made a master playlist of all the soundtracks, and I’m listening to it as I write this. I may like… Continue reading The “Droughtlander” antidote
A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon this article about Outlander. I know I said before that I was somewhat disappointed in this season because they changed some of the little things that I’d been looking forward to, but all in all, I’m actually quite satisfied with the television adaptation. The accuracy actually makes it… Continue reading Thoughts on Outlander’s accuracy
I was going through my saved articles on Google the other day, when I came across this one. I definitely see where the author is coming from, but I don’t agree with everything, and their argument is confusing at times. I’m going to try and make sense of it here. Let’s rewind to the beginning… Continue reading Outlander has a Brianna problem?
Let me set the scene, shall I? One of my mother’s friends came for a visit, and she was in our den watching Outlander, one of my favorite TV shows.
If my life were a movie, I’d only want one man to do the entire soundtrack: Bear McCreary.
The shot discharged with a cloud of smoke. Jamie gasped and winced with pain. That was the last straw. She had a lot of nerve just showing up, but she wouldn’t get very far. “Ian,” Claire said, “help him inside and wait for me.” “Of course, Auntie.” Once both of them were out of sight,… Continue reading Eighteenth Century WWE
1778: France declares war on Great Britain, the British army leaves Philadelphia, and George Washington’s troops leave Valley Forge in pursuit. At this moment, Jamie Fraser returns from a presumed watery grave to discover that his best friend has married Claire, Jamie’s wife; his illegitimate son has discovered (to his horror) who his father really… Continue reading Written in my own Heart’s Blood
Yesterday, I was out at breakfast with my mother when she said something that, frankly, insulted me.
May 1990 Roger and his wife lay down in bed, snuggled together on the edge of sleep. “You know, Bree,” he said. “In all the years we’ve been marrit, we havena really had a honeymoon.” In answer, she rolled over on her stomach and leaned on her elbows, facing him. “That’s true, but there wasn’t… Continue reading The Honeymoon
One of the other things I have to thank Outlander for is my tenacity. While it didn’t give me tenacity, it certainly made me realize that I had some after all.