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Diagnosed with epilepsy at the age of eleven T L Spencer turned to writing as a way to cope with her condition. Her vivid imagination and love of all things paranormal influenced her writing. T L Spencer enjoys all forms of literature and is currently studying at university, hoping to become a teacher.

Friday, 28 October 2011

Are you Sitting Comfortably?

There are some rules I just have to follow in order to really get in to the flow:

1. Wear warm and comfortable socks.
2. Always wear a pair of pyjamas.
3. Have a sugary snack close by - preferably chocolate.
4. Plenty of fluids available - nothing fizzy.
5. Sit in a light place on a comfortable chair.
6. Listen to music that creates an atmosphere.

It has never failed me!

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Jane Eyre Review

England 1809. Jane Eyre is isolated in the moors, depressed and dying. Collapsing in exhaustion, she is soon rescued by St John Rivers and as she recovers, relives her experiences.

As a child, Jane is abused by her cousin John and later abandoned at Lowood School by her aunt, Mrs Reed of Gateshead.  While receiving a thorough education at Lowood, Jane is punished for her passionate nature and experiences true pain and loss as her only friend, Helen, becomes ill and dies in Jane’s arms. Years later, at the age of nineteen, Jane leaves Lowood, having been a teacher for some years and takes the post of Governess at Thornfield.

While at Thornfield, Jane befriends Mrs Fairfax, the housekeeper and develops a strong relationship with her employer Mr Rochester. His frank and direct attitude appeals to her and she finds herself jealous of the pretty Miss Ingram, who she assumes holds his affections. When Mr Rochester proposes to Jane, she is overjoyed but soon heart-broken; it is revealed that he is already married to Bertha, the insane woman locked in the tower. Jane has no choice but to leave.

Jane becomes a teacher at Morton and, when her uncle dies, inherits a fortune. St John proposes but Jane denies him; she hears the pained cries of Mr Rochester and returns to Thornfield. She finds him blind from a fire and they reunite, sharing a loving embrace.

In the hands of young director, Cary Fukunaga, this feature adaptation preserves and enhances the feelings of isolation, self-discovery and passion that encapsulates the intensity of Charlotte Bronte’s Bildungsroman.

Cary Fukunaga’s adaptation of Jane Eyre faces a similar complication as Joe Wright’s recent film version of Pride and Prejudice: inescapable and exhaustive comparisons to not only the novel but to previous movie adaptations and TV series. If the adaptation is a success, it is due to the talents of a focused cast, elegant scripting and Fukunaga’s fresh direction that gives the film a subtle strength and emotional gravity that he brought to the 2009 film, Sin Nombre.

The four-part series, directed by Susanna White ran for 202 minutes. With only two hours of running time the director and screenwriters managed to successfully retain and enhance the essentials of the novel without degrading any of the fundamental facts or plotlines. Though some character details are dimmed, the film still preserves the bleak and secretive atmosphere that both Jane and Mr Rochester generate throughout their intense and emotional interactions.

With brilliant performances by the brooding Michael Fassbender and the reserved independence of Mia Wasikowska, Fukunaga’s dark and sexually intense adaptation of Jane Eyre provides the audience with a gothic romance which is perfectly balanced by the maternal excellence of Judi Dench as the elderly housekeeper, Mrs Fairfax.

Though some aspects can be viewed as disappointing, such as how the score at times overwhelms the action and performance of the actors, the suspense and promise of romance enthrals the audience with its dramatic impact and unfailing passion.
 

A Dilemma of Snails

The cook rants at us in French. I speak a little and understand the speech to mean 'sit down and I will bring your food'. My friends and I aren't looking forward to the meal but because we are in a hostel, we have no real choice but to comply. There is set menu: snails. With chips.
As we place ourselves in the far corner of the dining hall, a sickly smell emanates from the kitchens. It makes me feel sick and I watch my friend turn slowly green as the cook delivers our meal.
I laugh at the sight of two slimy looking things next to a pile of salted fries. I offer a small smile to my friend and mutter "When in Fance..."
I start with the snails, hoping to save the potatoey goodness as something to look forward to. There are no utensils, only a cocktail stick. Wanting my suffering to end as quickly as possible, I prick the snail and squirm when I hear a popping sound. Without delay, I pick it up and put the snail in my mouth.
I feel a moment of hesitation.

Should I chew, or should I swallow?

Thursday, 13 October 2011

Keep Fighting

Evening ends,
The cold nights start outside in the street.
Souls, shadows of their former selves
Ashen in the streetlamp.
I insipid in reflection mirrored
No longer in shadow gaze.
Destiny weaves her web,
 Surrounding me with... nothing.

 Shadows of night burst from within, breaking the boundaries
Of time, forgotten;
Create the spark, Fire’s passions dull
In the everlasting heart.

Hidden below in shadows unknown,
Left to quiver,
Salt, the tracks, traces of old
And molten lava of those cried tears untold.
Nobody knew but one in the dark,
The whispers.
Whispers of a broken heart.


The Grave will give birth to the dawn,
Help will always come, no matter how small
Hope is never lost.
Keep fighting, that is all one ever asks,
A simple yet uneasy task.


Copyright © 2011 TL Spencer

Sunday, 9 October 2011

BellaDonna

When I named my cats after the infamous plant Belladonna, I never expected them to live up to their formidable namesake. Sadly, I was mistaken.
 Bella, italian for beautiful, is for the majority of time, a perfect angel. Unless of course she doesn't get what she wants. Bella, the little darling, can hiss and growl with the best of them and has deceptively sharp claws which she uses to dig into any defenseless skin available. However, Bella is nothing compared to the feline alarm clock, Donna.
Every morning without fail, she will waltz into my room at some unearthly hour nd pounce. Not just onto the bed, but on my face! If that doesn't work (which it hardly ever does) she stands up and uses my face as target practice with her bat-like paws. When that fails, she restorts to puffing air onto my nose and after that... she bites.
I love my cats, they are adorable, but at times (like 3am) I really have to try.
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