After an interminable 17-month absence, our TV screens are about to see the welcome (make that very, very, very welcome) return of Mad Men, on Sunday night from 9 to 11 p.m. eastern time.
If you’re a fan of the show as I am, the wait has been too damn long, caused largely by creator Matthew Weiner and AMC unable to reach a deal for many months and then AMC’s decision to wait until 2012 to give the show an air date. Me thinks this dispute involved a lot of hot air, but the result is that Weiner has an end date for the show (after season seven and we’re about to begin season five) and, with any luck, we’re done with all the crap so the wait won’t be so long next time.
I was pretty disgusted with Weiner and AMC for a while there during negotiations, but never lost my passion for the show – which is surely one of the best on television. Ever. Every character is so layered and complex that they are never boring and the show continues to take risks. Like Don and Betty.
Every once in a while, a book will pop out of nowhere and get all kinds of mega media attention. Usually, this is limited to Nicholas Sparks’ novels in which the heroine (and sometimes the hero) usually dies, but this time out it’s linked to a novel that is, unmistakably, a romance. With an HEA and everything.
At long, long last after a draught of one solid year without a book from Lisa Kleypas, her loyal readers catch a break at last when
I’m happy to say my reading slump may be over, but I’m also now a bit puzzled.
Today is the 16th of December and the biggest holiday of the year is growing ever closer.
Even a casual visitor to the AAR message boards quickly learns one thing: We are an opinionated bunch.
Jon Stewart because funny is always sexy and when you add a massive brain, his appeal is off the charts.
Dennis Haysbert because I really do fantasize sometimes about what it might be like to be in his good hands.
Alexander Skarsgard because he’s Eric. ‘Nuff said.
Ralph Fiennes because my memory is long.
Alan Rickman because of that voice. And just because.
Matthew Fox because, despite current evidence regarding an unsavory personal life, he played heroic Jack Shepard. Perfectly.
Ryan Gosling because he is beautiful and talented and really should have been Sexiest Man Alive.
Hugh Jackman because even though I’m not entirely convinced of his sexuality, he seems to be a great guy who loves his family and takes great joy in what he does.
George Clooney. Because he is hot, of course, but also because he is smart and committed to doing good in the world. What’s not to love?
We’ve been following Connie Brockway’s Adventures in Publishing for some months now and – ta da! – the wait is almost over. One week from today









