The movie: Hop. Better than you’d expect, not actually good enough to watch three times back to back unless you’re a three year old with screen withdrawal.
The book: finally finished How To Be a Woman, Completely failing to identify with the experiences described, though some conclusions on abortion chime with my gut feeling. The most sense is in the postscript I think, shame I had to wade through nearly 300 pages to get to it. I would very much value input from other readers of it, am I really just a humourless non feminine creature because I don’t have piles of unworn shoes and buy a new handbag regularly? (I’m sure I do own a handbag. I haven’t seen it recently. I bought it from Clare’s accessories because I liked the peace signs on it. ) I agree with the second to last sentence. Not bothered about my hair, as long as it’s clean and out of my eyes.
And the pool. Tigerboy likes it. All is good.