1. The Movies, Mr. Griffith, and Me by Lillian Gish with Ann Pinchot
"What you get is a living, what you give is a life."
First Publishing 1969
as with every year, they start out with resolutions; among working on better posture and doing the vitamin thing i've resolved to read more. i am notorious for picking up a book and only getting half way through finding myself distracted by seemingly better things, but not this time. i've already finished two but the first (jane austen's emma) was only completed in 2012 so doesn't completely follow the "rules". so, to keep me on top of it, i'll be making little reviews on every book i start and finish.
the first is the autobiography of lillian gish, one of my coveted christmas presents, i simply could not wait to devour it. written by miss gish herself nearly fifty years ago it really is a first hand telling of the real old hollywood. and it reads so easy, like you're listening to all her little stories one by one, as if they were fairy tales and she were your glamourous grandmother. stories of dinner parties with the fitzgeralds, of why the first set of false eyelashes were made and how movie close ups were invented. but now that they are over, i'm aching for more. i feel as though it's the end of a two week love affair; this is only the second book to ever make me cry. so now it's time to rekindle the love and work my way through each and every one of her films, a small but glorious silent feat in itself, starting with the white sister.