I did make it through the first season of Doctor Who, but things happened, people changed (died?) and I never went back. I may give it a shot again, but major character changes are a lot for me to handle.
I’m a book reader. If a movie is released that began it’s life in a literary form, chances are I’m going to insist on reading it before I see the movie. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I’ve tried to read the the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. At one time, I actually owned the entire boxed set. Every once in a while, I’d get a bee in my bonnet and decide that I needed to read those damned books. I’m pretty sure I never made it past the first 50 pages. Super-duper-boring-snooze-fest. Every time.
I made far less of an effort with Harry Potter. I figured they were written for children, right? Wrong. There are grown women who would sooner gouge out my eyes, than to hear me speak ill of Young Mister Potter. So me, feeling like I surely must be missing out on something, downloaded the first book (do NOT ask me what the official title is, please) onto my Kindle and prepared to be dazzled. After it sat, completely untouched for an entire month, I gave up and returned it to the Kindle library.
Okay, so I can’t handle the damned books. No biggie, because hey, I can just watch the movies, right? Nope. Every time I’ve attempted it, it’s as if some sort of film induced ADHD sets in and there are suddenly 50 gagillion other things that really need to be taken care of. Now. Maybe even yesterday. That toilet ain’t gonna scrub itself.
So I’m sorry, my lovely geeky friends. I do not understand your film/book references. Your literary quotes are completely lost on me.
This is where you revoke my membership to the geek club, isn’t it?