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So I was really excited when I heard that the creator of my very favourite show was doing a show about my very favourite serial killer, and between a very close friend and the whole of Tumblr, I got the idea I really needed to watch Hannibal.

Hannibal is not a show for the squeamish, especially if you have a lot of empathy. I am finding it very hard to watch but somehow still delightful, and have developed several coping mechanisms. One is eating terrible food while watching (crispy corned beef? ice cream with barquillos? Chester's Puffcorn?). A more recent one is drawing.

( brush pen sketches! )

Note: I've only seen up to episode 1 of season 2, so no spoilers in the comments please, although teasers are acceptable because if there's anything I learned from this show, it's that emotionally torturing your friends is fun.

Now I know how the Who fans feel.

GODDAMMIT MOFFAT!!!!!!

( one-line major spoiler, just in case someone hasn't figured it out )

I I I WHAT

SO MUCH NEW CANON

SO MANY FEELINGS

SO OVERWHELMED

TOMORROW I MAY HAVE TO GO AND SLAM MY HEAD IN THE DOOR OF FRIDGE LOGIC BUT FOR NOW

*ST. VITUS DANCE*

SHERLOCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

It's really true that you only pick things up when you're ready for them. I used to think reading choices explained something about the kind of person I am, but if there's something to be deduced from my reading patterns I'm not sure I want to know.

I've never thought of myself as a mystery fan in the same way I think of myself as an sf/fantasy fan. I have a mainstay 'comfort list' (Doyle, Christie, Poe) and of course there are my favourite mysteries muddled with other genres (Pratchett's Night Watch, Adams's Dirk Gently) and all the crime shows I can't seem to stop watching on TV no matter how ridiculous or predictable they become. But I never thought of myself as a mystery reader.

( brief thoughts on Lord Peter, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and BBC Sherlock. Well...not that brief. )