Guys. Guys. It’s the last episode. I don’t know if I’m emotionally stable enough for this, but I’m going to try. For you.
We start with a bathtub filling, and Lacroix telling us that life is a gift. Cut to a weird camera angle and Lacroix continuing to speak – he’s never understood willfully giving life up, unless you have faith that there’s something beyond this. But will it be heaven, or hell? Is your faith strong enough to push you to find out prematurely?
All of this is intercut with a woman writing a suicide note and then stepping, fully clothed, into the bathtub to cut her wrists. Lacroix tells us not to do it, not to trade our futures for “an empty box”. Continue reading →
One bit of housekeeping: Even if you didn’t sign up for Reading Until Dawn Con, you can still come see me! The Saturday night book signing is open to the public! Come on down and get your books signed, meet some awesome authors, and talk at me about Canadian professionalism!
And without further ado: DIVIA DIVIA DIVIA OMG ARE YOU READY, SNOWFLAKES?! Continue reading →
Snowflakes! It’s back! The recaps you…well, I don’t actually know if you love them, because none of you comments, but I’m pretty sure you don’t hate them! So! The recaps you probably don’t hate are back!
Guys. I’m sorry. I know I’ve let you all down. Can I just say, in my defense, that this summer has been crazyballs? Like, completely. Jobs were lost, jobs were found, there were too many cons…just, crazy. But I’m back! And we’re almost done with the series! And I’m coming back to the books! And then we can start a new series together! IT’S VERY EXCITING AND I WANT YOU ON THIS JOURNEY WITH ME.
A woman is patching up another, and telling her the rules of the shelter she’s in. No contact with the abuser, at all, for any reason. She can do what she wants when she leaves, but while she’s at Laura Stone’s shelter, she can’t reach out to the boyfriend/husband.
The woman thanks Laura, and Laura leaves her room, only to hear another woman screaming at the other end of the house. She runs to the room, and has to unlock the door, only to find a woman dead and her daughter curled up in a corner, screaming “He killed my mother!”
Oh, I think I remember this one. We’ll see if I’m right about the killer at the end. Continue reading →
THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE ONE. We finally will put to rest the “Is Janette dead?” question once and for all. (She totally is, you guys. Just like Screed.) LET’S RECAP.
Some dadbod in boxers is watching TV in…a hotel room, I think. It sounds like cartoons. “Nancy” is in the shower, and he tells her to hurry up just before there’s a knock at the door. He opens it. A woman says, in French, “Hello, Mario.”
SNOWFLAKES! IMPORTANT THINGS! I AM GOING TO BE AT DENVER COMICON THIS WEEKEND! Booth 938, specifically, with a bunch of other awesome local writers. If you’re going (and you totally should), stop by and say hi! I would LOVE to meet you guys!
Now, let’s recap!
We open with Vachon’s crew meeting at his church/apartment/whatever. He goes down to escort Urs in, since she was raised Catholic and…still needs an invitation? Needs an escort for a church? It’s not very clear, but then we get a bomb dropped on us: Continue reading →