At the moment, I am non-fictioning myself to death. I’m loving every word – how to help your kids thrive in public school, (Going Public, by David and Kelli Pritchard), a Christian’s perspective on filmmaking (Outside Hollywood by Isaac Botkin), and You Can Market Your Book by Carmen Leal. They’re all relevant, and I’m enjoying them. In between these I also read both of Rosie O’Donnell’s memoirs, and it was at some point after that when I started wondering just which wonderful story I’m going to pick up next. I can’t wait to get lost in a good piece of fiction again.
While thinking of where I will turn first in choosing my next great read, I can’t help but think about the Anne of Green Gables series, my previously mentioned favorite fiction series of all time. When I found this picture online and discovered I could own these books for the small price of 55.70 per book, I practically ran to Michael with the news. He informed me that our closets and shelves are already overrun by my many copies of the series. The fact that these are HARD BACK fell completely on deaf ears.
So remember how I want to get a book published some day and wish I could be in a movie – at least ONCE – and hopefully go to the premiere? Well, here’s another one: Book 8 in this series? SHOULD BE A MOVIE. And I want to write the screenplay. I don’t care what you think of the flowery sunsets or flights of imagination in the first several books, you can’t possibly hate the last one. It’s based during WWI. It has courage, sacrifice, comedy, romance, horrible sorrow, childish thrills. It’s completely awesome. As I told my dad once – there’s a scene with a dog. Dude. You will never get over it. And it belongs on the screen. I haven’t even begun to summon the nerve to make the call to find out who owns the movie rights to this book, but I’m convinced when I find them I will in very few words be able to convince them that I am the perfect person to pen its screenplay. No one could adore it more. No one could be better versed in all the wonderfulness that led to this finale. I want the job.
At the very least, don’t let the same person write it who did Anne of Avonlea (The Kevin Sullivan version). I have yet to forgive them for squishing three books together that way and leaving out some of the best characters ever. It was so uncool. Mr. Harrison and Philippa Gordon deserved to be heard. I want vindication, and I want an Oscar for it.
Hold on – that’s a different dream.