This is the eighth installment of my aptly-named series “Books on the Shelf,” in which I take any title or object from one of my lovingly alphabetized shelves and write a short post about it.
Would you like your very own Hedwig baby owl?
Here she is, up close:
I recommend a nice boucle yarn for the body, for some floof.
Also, about that Cursed Child script. Did you know that the first thing actors and directors do when they get a script is to ignore the stage directions? Okay, occasionally they pay attention to things like “she exits,” or “he pukes,” or something like that.
But “His face goes white,” like in Cursed Child? Nah. If the dialog doesn’t communicate it, then it’s not there.
I understand why they put stage directions like that in here. It’s mostly prose readers who are buying this “script,” and they needed to give folks a little something to hold onto, to make it feel like a fun reading experience as opposed to studying a map, which is what scripts kind of are.
As a theater kid who’s crossed over to prose, though, I snobbishly wanted less of that stuff. Oh well. Maybe I can send someone an owl or something to complain.