authentic reviews and insightful interviews for inquisitive readers
I was hanging out with my brother and sister-in-law tonight and watched the reality gold mining show Gold Rush with them. My brain short-circuited when I saw this guy: I was like, Is…is that Adam Driver? No, it’s 24-year-old millionaire Parker Schnabel. But they could be twins, right? Schnabel might be a bit leaner, but the bone structure, the nose, the hair, even the ears are similar. Every time he was on screen, all I could think was: holy fucking …
The Crait fic is up! But I have questions–has anyone else wondered how the dice were corporeal but Luke wasn’t? Could he control what was corporeal and what wasn’t? And how did the dice linger after Luke stopped projecting? And come on, wouldn’t Leia have kept track of those? Provided she thought they were real–did she know they weren’t?–she’d have kept those safe. I’ve wondered about this for a while. I don’t at all mind adding Force projection to the …
I was watching Wayward Jedi’s latest video (meh) and saw this one in my Recommended Videos sidebar and checked it out. Makes the same points all of us have been making since December, but sometimes it’s nice to watch these things and know I’m not crazy. One thing he pointed out did kinda blow my mind, not because I didn’t know it, but because I hadn’t thought about it quite that way:: Rey’s backstory is typically that of a …
Why do you supposed Ren looks down his blade like this? I assumed it was his way of focusing, kinda like one would use a scope, but I can see it being just a threatening gesture, like that aggressive stomp he does when he ignites his sabre in TLJ and the TFA teaser trailer (0:50). Like an “I’m coming for you” sort of thing. Or maybe it’s both. Or could it be a martial arts thing? Just wondering what you …
Title: Last Shot Author: Daniel José Older Series: n/a Just my overall thoughts. If you want to avoid spoilers for the book, there are minor ones here, so beware. I liked this book more than I thought I would, but it wasn’t perfect. My favorite aspect: two-year-old Ben Solo, of course, as well as Han’s awkward, uncomfortable approach to parenting, marriage, and overall commitment. He loves his family but he just doesn’t know what the hell to do with them. …
…Came the power drill. “Babababa!” Ben yelled, running into the room with a power drill clutched in his tiny hands. “Ben Solo!” BX called, trying to muster up as much authority in his voice as his servile programming would allow. “Put that down this instant!” Ben stopped midcavort; turned, his eyes wide and watery. “Wait!” BX said. “Don’t…don’t–“ Ben opened his mouth and let out the loudest, most pitiful wail BX had ever heard. Then the boy plopped right there …
Ben’s little head appeared in the holo, and his eyes went wide. “Dada!” Han stepped back, and an unstoppable smile burst across his face. “Hey, kiddo! You all right?” Ben nodded then opened a toothy grin of his own. “Unca Wanwo!” “Hey, little starfighter,” Lando said. “All right,” Leia said. “I’ll let you guys go. Be safe out there.” She blew Han a kiss and waved at the other two. “Say bye, Ben.” “Come back, Dada,” Ben said, articulating each …
“Dada?” Ben’s little head appeared in the holo, blinking. Then a smile broke out on his face. “Dada!” “Hey, little buddy,” Han said. The boy reached out and then frowned. He was still figuring out this holo thing–had probably just watched his own little hand swat through his father’s glowing image. “Come, sleep some more, Ben,” Leia cooed, pulling him close before he could get too caught up in the phantom-dad problem. (© Last Shot by Daniel José Older, Del …
“I dunno, Lando. All this is a mystery to me. I never thought I’d be a husband, much less a father. None of it makes any sense. I try to spend time with the boy, he’s in tears. I go away, he’s mad I left. Kid’s barely got a personality yet and I’m already messing it up.” To my surprise, I’m really enjoying this book. The characters are fascinating and relatable and entertaining. Lando’s hilariously, obnoxiously oversexed. And I’m only …
The door flew open and [two-year-old] Ben Solo, buck naked, hurtled in with a scream. “Unca Wanwo!” “There’s my little buddy!” Lando said, scooping the boy up in his arms and turning him upside down to giggles and shrieks. “Oh dear,” LC muttered, whirring along in Ben’s wake. “Terribly sorry, sirs, I was giving him a bath and he could barely contain himself when he heard that General Calrissian was here.” The droid reached out and plucked Ben out of …