Legs by William Kennedy

So I´ve just finished reading the book Legs by William Kennedy and I started working on this blog on the 7th of May this year and today is the 16th of October. I gave myself a year to complete my mission on, but due to lack of finding the right movies and the fact that the nine out of ten books that I got hold of are already finished, I´ve got to change my plans a bit. What I´m going to do is that I´m adding books that are some kind related to the other books or I´ve been inspired to read by doing this project. The next book that I´ve started to read is Jack Kerouac´s On the road. I picked that book because it seemed to be the obvious choice when it comes to start reading Jack Kerouac. Benicio Del Toro mentioned him in one interview he did at Charlie Rose while promoting the movies about Ernesto Che Guevara. Speaking of the man himself, after watching the movies I became interested to learn more about Che, so I´m going to include the following books written by him:

The Motorcycle Diaries
Guerrilla Warfare
Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War
The Bolivian Diary

I´m also going to add the following books to the project;

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
The Revolt of the Cockroach People by Oscar Zeta Acosta
The Rum Diary by Hunter S Thompson

I still don´t know which books to choose of the remaining three. I will probably come up with something later on.

When it comes to Legs I feel like I both liked it and disliked it. The way it was written both compelled me and distracted me. It was a funny mixture of something you love to hate and can´t get enough of. You just have to find something in it that makes sense to yourself, othervise, what´s the point? I felt like I was on a rollercoaster and didn´t know if I would return for one more ride or just simply stop. What has fascinated me throughout this whole journey with almost all the books I´ve read, I´ve never started a book feeling the same as when I finished it. That´s what I found so interesting about it, that I´ve discovered that nothing is what it seems from the beginning to end. Everything changes and it floats silently and still with slow motions.

When I started on this journey, the purpose was to find out for myself more about someone else. What I learned and discovered in the process was myself. I find myself being somewhere completely different from where I was in May. I´m more hungry to learn and know how things works. Our place in this world and what it is that makes people discover things about themselves and others. I feel like I´ve discovered something deep inside of me, something that I wasn´t even aware of. From doubt to discovery.

Some more thoughts about a brown buffalo

Some funny things came to my mind while reading The Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo by Oscar Zeta Acosta. Benicio Del Toro who is the reason why I started this blog in the first place, plays him in the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. In this book Oscar is refering to a lot of things that got me thinking of Benicio. Like that one time when he is starting to take drugs and he is not so familiar with the effects of the drugs. He starts seeing hair growing uncontrolable from his body and he has a Wolfman moment. I think that is very fitting and funny, since Benicio have played both Oscar and The Wolfman. In another chapter he mentions authors like Ernest Hemingway, Jean-Paul Sartre, Fyodor Dostoyevski and Kierkegaard. Existential philosophers at its best. He also mentions Ernesto Che Guevara. Another Benicio character. I just waited for him to start mentioning Benicio Del Toro although I knew that Benicio wasn´t even born yet.

LOOKING FOR A BOOK

In one chapter of the book Oscar talks about his college experience and a certain section from the book goes like this;

"We all gasped at his brilliant logic. We were astounded by his ability to force us to think, to reason and to question the findings of other men."

"He grounded me in the fundamentals of the short story by forcing me to read as much of the old fag Somerset Maugham as I could possibly tolerate."

The reason why I called this section of my blogentry LOOKING FOR A BOOK is because the one book that I´m looking for among my things right now is a book by Somerset Maugham. I´ve been inspired to search and locate all kinds of different new interesting books in the bookstores, and that author caught my eye and I just new that I wanted to explore his world. I didn´t and still don´t know what kind of books he´s been writing, but I like taking chances.

I like the ending that wraps it all up. His search for an identity and the acceptance of what he sees and his perception of himself. The whole understanding on who you are as a person, something that I still can have some issues with. But I like the braveness in this book. The candid answers and what he is willing to sacrifice and what he doesn´t give up on. Oscar´s storytelling for me is like an addiction. Who needs drugs when you can read this fantastic book. You save yourself some money and you keep your mind and head clear. The gallery of various characters that sweeps through this book are also very interesting. No matter if it´s In Cold Blood or City of Night or this book or any other books that I´ve read through this journey, the characters are always interesting and you get sucked in and want to know more about them. Like in movies or tv-series, you really want to be able to connect with the character on some level. If it isn´t believable you don´t care about them. They don´t have to be realistic, but you have to believe them.

Afterthoughts inspired by John Rechy´s City of Night

I´ve been thinking a bit more about the darkness that somehow can be related to other worlds, and not just the world that the narrator is describing. It doesn´t even have to be at night. It can be anytime depending on for an example the mood. The mood can be filled with dark thoughts and the time linger as if it was night all the time. Night-time with its endless stream of either lonliness or filled with joy. Shadows hanging over like deep dark clouds that simply just won´t disappear. The mortality of the heart and soul. In the book the narrator talks about being dead inside while the body lives, the mind and the soul is dead. Almost like a zombie, going through the motions, but without actually living to the fullest. Dark thoughts of pain have entered my mind and the only way to get rid of them somehow is for me to write them down. Let me come out, like a cry in the dark. Numbness feelings as my limps continue to move with the speed of I don´t know what. Just my fingers moving around the keyboard. Trying to somehow get rid of the feeling of emptiness. The dark hole that will swallow you up if you´re not careful. Mindgames playing tricks on you. Imagining things that isn´t really there, or are they? I can never tell sometimes. Somehow I get the feeling that it isn´t all in my head. That it´s actually part of a truth somehow. Whirling thoughts that just keeps spinning round and round and round. The need for someone or something comes hunting me again. Another sleepless night, sitting in front of my computer playing a game in order to get away from bad thoughts whatever they are. The escape of not wanting to feel like a complete fool. But aren´t we all fools in some wacky way. Aren´t we all special as individuals? I like to think so, it would certainly help the insomnia if that was the case. No, I´ll take that back. I truly believe that each one of us got something to give the world, the trick is to find out what it is. But the posibility feels comfortable enough for me at this moment of time.

City of Night by John Rechy

When I first started reading John Rechy´s City of Night I never thought I would undergo such a journey with a book which I´ve now finished after almost two months. This book took me longer to read of two reasons. One is that the book is much thicker than the previous ones I´ve read since I started on this project, second, it was a hard book to get through. Sometimes I thought that I lacked interest in the world which the narrator is telling about. Other times I didn´t understand it completely or it didn´t compell me enough, or I was just simply enduring it. But I promised myself that I wouldn´t shut my eyes, I would go into this world and have an open mind about it. If there´s something that I´ve learned ever since the beginning of May, is that nothing is what it seems like when you first start to read a book and when you have finished it. What I feel now is wonder and fulfillment. The book had a greater power over me than I ever thought was possible. Especially the ending. The ending that left me with such an inspiration to write, to express myself in a way I didn´t think was possible.

It got me thinking and I started questioning topics like lonliness and the fear of intimacy. The narrator searches for some kind of way to subdue and remove the fear of getting too close to someone and he does it through sex. Every person he´s with is like a substitute for something else, something to fill out his lonliness. I sensed it like he´s afraid of being trapped and feeling like he´s got to move from place to place in order to escape from his lonliness and his endless search for something. A search for an identity perhaps or happiness or an escape from himself and what he is feeling or the lack of it even. An endless stream of conscious wonders and selfsearching for the soul. He calls it soulsearching of the city of night. The book is kind of dark, but still it reflects some lights too. The people in the book are in some ways tragic, funny and individual and I found that very interesting. A lot of happy faces or voices masking the true sadness and lonliness of their lives. Despair mixed with happy emotions and expressions. As I´m writing this I´m filled with confusion myself about numerous things in the world. Perhaps that´s why I feel like I can relate to the narrator in some ways. He´s search for something and the feeling of being lost within yourself, whether it´s by choice or not.
Overwhelming feelings comes over me just as I´m writing this. Fellings that I can´t put my finger on what it means. Just words coming out, pouring like raindrops from the sky that seems endless sometimes. When you are flying above the clouds and they look like big chunks of snow, but if you touch it, you´ll know it´s kind of like an illusion. A cover for space and air. It´s like nothingness. Sometimes I wonder why I was placed on this earth. Is it for someone or something? As I feel it, I haven´t figure that one out yet, and that´s ok. Being ok with not knowing is perfectly alright, it doesn´t change anything, it´s just there hanging like a big questionmark.

Short thoughts about The Brown Buffalo

I´ve just finished reading The Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo by Oscar Zeta Acosta, and for the first time after reading a book, I´m totally exhusted. It was soo emotional and gripping at times that when I finished the book, I started crying because I felt all drained out. The book evoke a lot of feelings within me and it raises some good points about identity and soulseaching. I´m deeply touched by it and I´m soo glad that I got to read it. I Will definitely read it again. I will write more on my next entry about this book, but for now, this is it.

The Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo by Oscar Zeta Acosta

Within a week I will have completed both Hunter S. Thompson´s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas as well as Oscar Zeta Acosta´s The Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo. When I started this project of mine, I never would have imagined me being so drawn into the worlds of these two books that I´ve become. I thought at first that I should give it a go, and I was prepared for a struggle, that I would feel a need to endure them. Instead I have found myself reading them very quickly because I can´t put them down. I´m already through half the book by Mr Acosta. The way he writes has struck a cord with me. I can feel his lonliness at times and when he describes some of the events in his childhood I can´t help but feeling sad, and at the same time impressed by him. How he handled the rough and tough situations he went through. I feel like I can feel his pain.
I can identify and relate to many things that he writes about. Well, except for the drugs and alcohol, I´ve never been much for that sort of thing, but I don´t have to. The book is more than just drugs and alcohol. The storytelling is what is the core here. It´s so amazing and well-written, and I especially like the sections where Mr Acosta talks about his childhood and upbringing.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

I´ve now finished reading the book and I got to say that I´m surprised over how amazing the book was. Or to be more exact, how I reacted to the book. It took me by surprise how funny and hilarius I found it to be. With rental-cars packed with drugs, Hunter S. Thompson aka Raoul Duke and his attorney is searching for the american dream in Las Vegas in the sixties. I´m soo glad that I decided to start this project, otherwise I wouldn´t have had the pleasure of this book. When I saw the movie which is based on this book, I didn´t really like it and I couldn´t understand it. I tried, but it was still hard for me to comprehend it. Now when I´ve read the book the movie seems different to me now. I think that Terry Gilliam, Johnny Depp and Benicio Del Toro made the book justice. I can´t see it being any different. I´ve got a whole new understanding for what they were trying to do, and that was the reason why I wanted to do this project from the start. I wanted to be more enlighted and to learn things I never would have taken the time to spend time on otherwise.

For me the way Mr Thompson writes is quite unique. I both understand it and don´t get it, but I find it fascinating and I kept on reading and laughing outload because it was so funny and brilliantly written. I finished it in like two days and that surprised me. I thought it would take me longer, but the whole experience was soo fantastic and I wanted to continue, to find out how it all ended.

Eversince I started reading Hemingway, Dostoevsky and Sartre I´m amazed how easy it is to keep reading their works and still have questionmarks all over my face. I´m amazed over how I try to figure it out and I go back and ponder over some stuff I just recently wanted to know about a special part of the books. I like that, and it gives me great pleasure when I finally get it. I try to turn it around and see things from different perspectives, especially the women in the books. I always try to understand where they are coming from, but instead of pushing it, I let it sink into my brain, and all of the sudden I understand. I will go into more details later hopefully. As it is now I feel my brain can´t think of something more at the moment. It´s just too hot.

Updates and what´s to come + links

I´ve now completed reading five books on the list I´m following for this blog. So far I´ve managed to read:

1. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
2. Fiesta: The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
3. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
4. Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre
5. The Gambler by Fyodor Dostoevsky

And I just started reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S Thompson. That will be interesting. I´ve seen the movie, but I think I will have a different experience reading the book. I hope I will be able to understand it better. I think that´s why I love the remake of The Wolfman so much. That movie made be become more interested in Benicio Del Toro. I´ve noticed that I look at his acting in a different way now. It´s interesting to see how he manages to build up his characters. I never thought about that before. I´m always fascinated by people who can make you see things from another perspective.

Part of this blog was to watch ten movies as well, and I´ve managed to get hold of The Universal Horror Collection containing:

1. Dracula (1931) Director; Tod Browning Starring Bela Lugosi as Dracula
2. Frankenstein (1931) Director; James Whale Starring Boris Karloff as the monster
created by Dr Frankenstein (Colin Clive)
3. The Mummy (1932) Director; Karl Freund Starring Boris Karloff as The Mummy
4. Werewolf of London (1935) Director; Stuart Walker Starring Henry Hull as the werewolf
5. Bride of Frankenstein (1935) Director; James Whale Starring Boris Karloff as the monster and Colin Clive as Dr Frankenstein
6. The Wolfman (1941) Director; George Waggner Starring Lon Chaney Jr as The Wolfman aka Lawrence Talbot
7. Frankenstein Meets The Wolfman (1943) Director; Roy William Neill Starring Bela Lugosi as the Frankenstein-monster and Lon Chaney Jr as The Wolfman
8. Phantom of the Opera (1943) Director; Arthur Lubin Starring Claude Rains as The Phantom
9. House of Frankenstein (1944) Director; Erle C Kenton Starring Boris Karloff as Dr Gustav Niemann and Lon Chaney Jr as The Wolfman
10. Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954) Director; Jack Arnold Starring Richard Carlson as Dr David Reed

If you want to know more about which books and movies I´m going to watch, go to these websites:

http://www.beniciodeltoro.com/biography.htm

http://www.beniciodeltoro.ca/ArticlesArchivesBlackBookDec2000.htm

Some of the movies that are listed amoung Benicio´s favourites have been kind of hard to find so I will try and read more books than what I first intended. It´s going to be books that are connected somehow with Benicio or his work, but also books I´ve been inspired to read because of what I´ve found in a bookstore. I used to be good at locating books a long time ago, but I kind of lost that when I didn´t keep it up. Now when I´m into it again, I´ve found some really good books that seems very interesting. That´s what I love the most about my newfound interest in Benicio Del Toro. It feels like I´m not exactly a changed person because of him, but I´ve been more aware of things and interests that´s been a part of me, but hidden or forgotten. You might say he has brought those things to the surface.

http://www.flicksnews.net/2010/03/benicio-del-toro-interview.html

I love this article because it contains my new favourite saying; the ability to see that everyone is different, that you can be smart in different ways. I used to think that I wasn´t smart because I couldn´t think like this or that and I didn´t realise that there isn´t a particular way that you have to be smart in. That´s what fascinated me with this article. Another great interview with Benicio can you find here:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4410385919400037051#docid=-3073392062454022045

Ok, this was a little different blogentry, next time I´m going to continue discussing the books.

Thoughts inspired by Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre

So here I am again, writing, letting the words float free like a river. I´ve been thinking a lot about rivers lately. How they run free like the clouds in the sky. I went out this morning and found myself drawn to these clouds that were there. But it wasn´t like I wanted them to be there, I wanted to remove them. I wanted the sun to come out and radiate me with its beaming shines. Look at me sitting here writing about just nothing, and still there is something deeper more profound to this post than all the rest I´ve written on here. I think I´ve been affected by Nausea written by Jean-Paul Sartre. All this philosophical stuff has started to get to me. I think I am in that kind of place now when I just need to let the words come out of me. They have been screaming to come out, and not just these words, but all that I´m feeling inside. To be able to find it though can be hard. It´s not like they can just come up whenever you want them to, they have a life of their own. That´s how I interpret the section of the book I´m reading now.

I wasn´t even going to start writing this, but it just came to me. When I sat on the balcony, another beginning started to take its form, but as soon as I sat down here my fingers started writing something new, like they had a will of their own, and there´s nothing I can do about it. I can just come along on the ride seeing where it leads me. That´s the interesting part. You´re not even aware of what is happening to you, you just keep on writing and it´s not until afterwards that you can read it and reflect on it, like you are someone else. Not the same person who just wrote it.

I just realised that I was going through some kind of a ghostly mission. In search for a piece of paper. Something that I could use scribbling down my idéas and thoughts. I came up in vain and caved in to the computer. All these lost thoughts, and they can just be replaced by new ones. New words and new idéas. I feel it like my well at the moment is filled, where it used to be quite empty. I just need to fill it up more often. It is a relief to start writing again. I´ve always felt the need for it and it gives me such a joy and pleasure. Especially when it floats, when I can just sit down and just write. I don´t even have to give it much thought. That´s what I´m doing now.

I have often wondered why I was placed on this earth. A sort of morbid thinking, but still it has lingered there. I ´ve always felt like I needed to tell a story. To have a purpose in life. Even my dreams are storytelling, usually in form of a movie. The fiction and the reality blends and comes together. I´ve got several stories in my head, and it just needs to be written down. I think I´ve finally found my inner peace for the moment at least. I haven´t had that in a while and I´ve been drifting apart, floating among the skies. I just felt today that for the first time in a long time I know where I´m heading and what led me to this moment. I had to be at a certain place in order to find it. A place where my soul could be nurtured and complete. And there is nothing like that, that moment of satisfaction.

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

The first time I heard of the name Truman Capote and the book In Cold Blood was when the movie Capote came out with Philip Seymour Hoffman. I thought the movie was excellent and it was a well-deserved Oscar that Philip Seymour Hoffman got for his amazing performance as Truman Capote. The movie got me interested in his book In Cold Blood, but it wasn´t until I started this blog that I finally read the book. I loved how it was built up. It was like reading a fictional story allthough you know that it´s a true story. In a way that is hard to describe I felt so drawn to the writing. I didn´t need to stop and ponder over each sentence, but the more I read, the more I wanted to know where the writing would take me. Would I be able to find a certain pattern within the text or just let it come to me in no specific way? This must sound very confusing, but I kind of embraced this idéa of reading. It was exciting and I just let the story come to me without thinking about it too much.
I didn´t feel the need to analyse every single page, but just embrace the book in a bigger spectrum.

I learned and experienced a non-fictional story as a fictional story by the way Truman Capote mastered it with his great story-telling. I love it when I can discover something new. A new look and way of reading a book. That has always fascinated me. Usually it´s more about the feeling and the style of the writing that gets me interested in a book. That´s why I like to read books by the same author, but I also find it exciting to enter new worlds that I never would have thought of if it hadn´t been for Benicio and this blog.

I liked how Truman outlined the plot. We got to know all the people, the main as well as the ones that only showed up once or twice in the book. The humanity in the book was one of the main things that I loved. To be able to tell a story without passing judgement, and just let the whole story be told as it was experienced by all the people involved. There´s a reason why I won´t reveal the plot of this book, I want you to become interested in the book and form your own opinion while reading it. If I tell you too much, it won´t be much left to read and discover on your own.

A late Midsummer writing

Hello again!

It´s been awhile since I wrote something on this blog. But I haven´t stopped with my mission. I still read and I´ve actually finished reading these books now:

* Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
* Fiesta: The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
* In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

I´m now halfway through the book Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre. I´ve got a lot of notes lying around just waiting for me to get to them. I will probably have to seperate them and write little by little on this blog. Especially Heart of Darkness, that book really had a profound way into my heart and soul as well as my mind. I just loved the way Joseph Conrad expressed himself in this book. Each sentence was just soo wonderful and I kept interupting myself by reading the same sentence over and over, just because it was soo beautiful. I will come back to that book later on in another post.

What I´m going to bring up now is actually something that I picked up reading and listening to Benicio Del Toro´s interviews. He spoke about what he appreciate in people. The words that kind of spoke to me the most were: "the ability to see that everyone is different, that you can be smart in different ways". He continued speaking about how he dislikes when people generate something or someone, that it either has to be this or that. I would like to add to that, it´s generally not how you are as a person or where you are from that says who you are or where you belong. It´s generally how other people sees you or their perception of you. Then we have people who doesn´t see it that way, or they don´t even think about for an example where you are from or what you look like. They can see something beyond the horizon or the sky. I´ve recently had such an experience and it´s wonderful to be around that kind of attitude. It´s like being in the presence of the sun and its beaming sunshine.

This blog thing turned out to be harder than.....

I thought it would be. The hardest thing is to keep up with the writing. The reading part is easy, you read, reflect, scribble down some notes and continue to read. I´ve managed to finish two books already; Joseph Conrad´s Heart of Darkness and Ernest Hemingway´s Fiesta: The Sun also rises. I will come back and write more on my thoughts on these books later, but for now, I just wanted to write a little something so you know that I haven´t deserted this blog. I´m now reading Truman Capote´s In cold blood again. I started reading it, but I got caught up with Heart of Darkness and then Hemingway, but now I´ll finish the book before I read something else.

I went to the bookstore today and looked through the English book section, and found the book On the road by Jack Kerouac. I´ve never heard of the man before until yesterday when I sat and watched an interview with Benicio where he talked about Hemingway and Jack Kerouac. Since I´m concentrating on books that he has read, I thought I would give On the road a go. I also found The Bolivian Diary by Ernesto Che Guevara which Che: Part Two is based on.

It´s an amazing world to step into. You learn a lot about different things you haven´t discovered before. I´m really excited about what´s to come and what I can learn from each author or book every time I start reading a new one. Because each writer have their own style and that is what I find so interesting.

Continuation of introduction

As I sat at this nice restaurant with people passing by outside the big windows, I realised that my introduction was not nearly as finished as I thought it was. I came to realise that I´ve got more to say and share with you who reads this. Because even if I´m inspired to dive in and learn more about the worlds that Benicio has visited, one of my goals is to have people follow me around the world while I´m entering the lands of different people, fictional and nonfictional, different cultures and ways of living.

Something that I thought about today was how Benicio has managed to touch my life, not only once or twice, but three times. First at the age of fifteen, later on at twenty-one and most recently at the age of thirty-six. The influence that he has had on my life, my outlook on life and the kind of person I strive to be each and every single day. He has taught me to emphasize and pay extra attention to attributes that I already aimed for in order to become a better human being.

When you study at the university, you are forced to read a large amount of books, which you swiftly runs through. The afterthoughts don´t linger any longer periods of time. You read, comprehend a bit and analyse a bit here and a bit there. During my time at the university, I started to read Joseph Conrad´s Heart of Darkness, but since I had to rush through it, I didn´t have much time to contemplate the words. Now I can take my time and let the words ease into my mind and I can ponder over their meaning.

As I sat at the restaurant , looking around, watching the waitresses scurry about. Taking orders, seating guests to empty tables, my thoughts went to the place where my hand was moving. I took a spoonful of ice-cream and continued to read. As I read, I began to understand the richness of the book. Something that hadn´t made sense to me the first time around, now made perfect sense. I started to understand both sides of something that I had missed, I began to search for something deeper. I wanted to understand the underlying message and not just the surface.

Introduction by Jackie

Hi!

I´m Jackie and this is my first mission blog. I´ve tried before to write on a blog, connecting it to my website. Due to lack of purpose I found myself not knowing where to go so I simply stopped. This time I´m on a mission. Starting from today which is the 7th of May 2010 and until the 6th of May 2011, I will read 10 books and 10 movies recommended by Benicio Del Toro. I found a list of his favourite books and movies on the website beniciodeltoro.com. I´ve been wanting to do something different for a while now, and after seeing the movie Julie & Julia I got hooked on the idéa to have a blog.

The reason why I have picked Benicio Del Toro is something that has its own little story. A story I thought I would share with you now. The summer of 1989, I was fifteen years old and the latest Bond-movie was released. License to kill became my first Bond
experience and I remember being so afraid of the main villain´s henchman Dario. In those days I didn´t know what internet was or even how to manage a computer. This led to why I didn´t bother to find out who played Dario. All I knew was that I was soo scared of him. Six years later I was sitting and watching movie reviews on tv. One review that especially caught my attention was when the critic announced that Quentin Tarantino could take the backseat and let Bryan Singer steer the wheel. That´s how I got introduced to The Usual Suspects and I realised that Fred Fenster was played by Benicio Del Toro who also played Dario. Dario got a name and I became a fan of Benicio Del Toro.
During the years I´ve seen some of his work and I have admired him as an actor, but it wasn´t until the remake of The Wolfman 2010 that I finally came to learn more about him as an actor but also more about his background and interests. As an audience we have been taken through quite a journey with the multiple of different and intriguing characters that he´s played. Each movie role has been different in either looks or ways. The purpose with this journey that I´m going to begin is a bit different. I thought it would be exciting to explore a world of different colours, worlds I probably never would have entered by myself. With the list of exploring twenty different worlds, I´m expecting it to be a journey and adventure, which is going to change my life for a year.
The first book that I started reading today is Truman Capote´s In cold blood. The beginning is well-written and I like the tone of it. Whether I´m going to like or hate or just endure the books and the movies, I will go into this with an open mind. If you think positive and you want to learn and have something new at the end of the journey. I think that´s the way to go about it. So there you have it, my introduction to this blog.

I hope you will join me on the ride.

Cheers Jackie