My Month with Stephen King

So this has been a long time coming.

Last month (October 2015) I embarked on a mission; a crazed, stress-inducing, pointless mission. One I did not have to put myself through. One that there was literally no stress in doing, but I still managed to work myself up in a frenzy over completing it. Such a weird thing for my anxiety to make me obsessed with.

I decided to read five Stephen King novels in a single month.

Look, we could easily analyze the reason behind why I thought reading this amount of books in such a short time (while managing a full time job and an active social life) was a good idea, or the reason why I became so obsessed with meeting deadlines and putting so much pressure on myself to get it done – but that’s a discussion for another day, really.

In short, despite stressing myself to the brink, I don’t regret taking the opportunity to read more King. Up till last month, the only two King books I’d successfully finished were On Writing and The Green Mile. Not an impressive list, I know. I’ve been looking for a chance to read more of his work, and I thought – October leading up to Halloween and all – this would be perfect.

And I did it. I successfully finished all five books in under a month, then watched the film adaptations of each of them (though I didn’t get to watching two of the films until last week). This left me stumped. What could I do with this sudden intake of King knowledge? Well, first off, write a poem. Duh.

But then I figured, hey, I’ve got this blog. Maybe I can talk a bit about the experience. That sounded kind of boring and like a thing not many people would want to read, so I went ahead and did it anyway because obviously I haven’t stressed myself out enough yet.

Fair warning: spoilers galore ahead. If you have not read/seen The Shining, Misery, Salem’s Lot, Carrie, or Pet Semetary and would like to avoid all spoilers, you should probably stop reading now.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s begin.

The Shining

Pre-reading predictions: I’ve seen the film version, but it’s been about eight years since my last viewing. That being said, The Shining is such a classic and has been spoofed so many times before by film/television, so it’s kind of impossible to forget what the film’s about. Of course, I’ve heard the book is different in many ways, but I’m assuming the “man-takes-family-to-deserted-hotel-for-winter-and-gets-a-little-murdery” plot is probably still present.


Post-reading opinions:

I definitely chose a good one to start with. The Shining had a slow start, but picked up rather quickly as the book progressed. There’s some insanely (pun intended) good writing in this novel. I especially like how it switches perspectives between the three (four if you count Dick) characters featured.

The tension throughout the book was great, but it lacked a lot of the scary imagery I vividly remember from the film (what the crap are these hedge animals??). A creepy read, to be sure, but honestly not that scary? When looking at “Top Scary Stephen King Books” lists online, this one usually takes the cake. Perhaps I wasn’t scared of it because I’ve seen the film before, so I knew what to expect? There were definitely some “on-the-edge-of-my-seat” moments, but nothing that made me throw the book down or need to go turn on another light (or hide the book in my freezer).

Speaking of the movie…


Let’s throw the film into the mix:

So, I’m pretty sure I spent 90% of this film pointing out to Stephen the differences between the book and film (sorry Meads). There certainly are a lot of differences, but both mediums are still pretty terrific. The film very visual; the book intricate.

The movie is filled with all these shocking images (old woman in bathtub, blood gushing out of elevator, murdered twins, frozen Jack, etc. etc.) and is beautifully shot, while the book spends a lot more time developing characters, looking into their pasts, and examining what all’s going on inside their heads.

For this, I found I liked the book so much more. In the film, Jack’s descent into madness is so… so… instant. It just happens right off the bat. In the book, you get to actually experience his descent, watching as his mind slowly slips more and more into the control of the hotel (I also like the book’s strong focus on how the hotel is actually alive and controlling everyone/everything). I’m more in favor of book-Wendy as well, who isn’t quite as passive and definitely not as vulnerable as she is in the film. I also prefer Tony in the book – with him being inside Danny’s head, that is – though I understand why they had to change that aspect to make it work better for film.

Basically? Classic, beautiful movie, but I found the book had so much needed depth to it.


Pre-reading predictions: Another film I’ve already seen. I really like the (original) film a lot, but know very little about the book – besides that it was King’s first success. I can’t imagine it’ll be too different though?


Post-reading opinions:

I’m starting to see a trend of young people having supernatural abilities in King’s books.

Much like The Shining, Carrie had a pretty slow start but, again, it picked up quickly (very quickly in this case, since this book was so short). This one was pretty much almost exactly what I remember from watching the movie – except for the big fire at the end and the way Carrie (and her mother) die.

That being said, much like Shining, we got a lot more in depth character analysis and backstory. I loved getting to read about Carrie slowly discovering her powers and experimenting with them, and really enjoyed how, simultaneous with the story, we get these snippets from future books / interviews / trail transcripts from people who were at the “Carrie White attack.” It was a great, insightful storytelling technique.

Also like The Shining, this one didn’t really scare me. Again, probably because I’m so familiar with the film. I did feel very unsettled during a few parts though, like when the girl’s are brutally picking on Carrie at the start and right before the pig’s blood falls.

Also: Tommy was so nice in the book. SO NICE. I felt horrible once he died.


Let’s throw the film into the mix:

Stephen and I ended up watching both the original and the 2013 film, one right after the other.

The original is best (no duh), but the newer film does contain moments the first movie left out (but also elaborated and added in moments that were in neither predecessor). I do prefer the entire cast from the first film acting-wise; although, it was nice to see that in the newer Carrie they made an effort to cast actual teenagers (or people who at least looked like high schoolers). Not to mention the filming techniques in the first film are so much better. CGI doesn’t hold a candle sometimes.

For me, the book and original film are pretty much on par. While a handful of differences between the two exist, both are gripping, eerie tales that basically go hand-in-hand.

I was, however, pretty bummed that the version we watched of the 2013 Carrie didn’t have this ending.

Pet Sematary

Pre-reading predictions: Finally! A book I haven’t seen the film adaptation of and know nothing about! I mean, deducing from the different edition covers and the book’s title, I can predict that there is a cat and a pet sematary (spelled that way for some reason?).

My guess? Zombie cat goes crazy and kills everyone.

That’s it. That’s all I’ve got… I really hope that’s not the actual premise of this book.


Post-reading opinions:

First off, like the previous books, this one had a slow start. Slower in fact. I didn’t feel myself really getting into this one until about one hundred or so pages in. I kept forgetting character names and found myself not caring at all until I was well into the read.

Second off, this is – without a doubt – my favorite King book of the month.

I kind of wish I hadn’t read King’s introduction to Pet Sematary. As I said, I had no idea what to expect, so I could have gone into the read completely blind. I ended up reading the intro though, in which King talks about playing with all the “What If?”s of his family’s personal experiences that inspired this book. I was able to do a lot of guesswork and figure a couple things out before they even happened. While there were still plenty of surprises and shock moments, it would have been nice to have had even less things spoiled.

Anyway, after getting over the initial lack of caring at the start, I ended up caring a lot about all these characters – specifically the Creed family. It really is a heartbreaking story, watching the crumble of this ordinary, happy family.

Pet Sematary was the first book to actually scare me… kind of. I mean, I was never truly terrified, but there were definitely moments where I was on the edge of my seat gripping the book and storming through the words while holding my breath. I also dealt with some deep, gut-wrenching nausea at points. This book speaks a lot about death anxiety, which is something I have dealt with for several years now (although, unlike Rachel, I didn’t witness the horrifying death of my sister, so there’s that).

Plus there was just something eerie about the whole book. It’s weird, but this one felt so much more grounded in realism than the previous two. Maybe it’s because in the other two, right off the bat, we have a child (Danny) and a teenager (Carrie) who show obvious traits of supernatural abilities – whereas in this one the supernatural element isn’t introduced until the book has already been going on for a while. Yet, while no supernatural elements are introduced at the start, there’s still something unsettling about the text in its entirety. I’d probably have to read it again to really place my finger on it – and I probably will in a year or two.

(Also: Louis’s daughter, Ellie, does have a couple prophetic dreams, which ties in with my “King loves psychic kids” theory.)

All in all, a marvel of a book.

Let’s throw the film into the mix:


One word: disappointing.

While keeping all the major plot elements from the book, this film lacked finesse, depth, and a reason for the viewer to give a shit. Plot details were simply handed to the audience; all tell, no show.

It… it was bad, friends. I loved that book so much. I demand a better film be made.

The best part of the entire movie was Stephen making fun of Fred Gwynne’s accent.



Pre-reading predictions: Another film I’ve seen, but like The Shining it’s been so long that I really only remember the huge plot points (especially the breaking of Caan’s foot (feet??)). I can’t really remember how it ends or all the minor moments.

I do remember that after I first saw this film Kathy Bates started appearing in a ton of other movies and shows I was watching at the time, to the point where I was somewhat convinced the world was having her work stalk me. I clearly remember one time when I yelled at my computer screen at some ungodly hour in the morning, “ANNIE WILKES, STOP FOLLOWING ME.”


Post-reading opinions:

I’m starting to see a trend in King books: they all have insanely slow starts. This one had the slowest by far of the month – mostly due to the shift of character casts.

Sematary and Shining focused on families and went back and forth in perspective, and in Carrie there’s an enormous cast of characters the reader gets to know. In Misery there’s really only Paul. Well, Paul and Annie, but we’re never given Annie’s perspective (which is good, because it’s much scarier that way). It took me a while to adjust to just one character perspective, after reading three of King’s other books.

Misery definitely didn’t frighten me as much as Pet Sematary, but damn if it didn’t come close. There was a lot in the story that I forgot from (or was left out of) the film. Despite knowing where the story was headed, every time Paul left his room or Annie was in one of her moods I couldn’t help feeling nervous.

So far this month King’s batting four-for-four; another enjoyable read as a whole.

misery stage

Let’s throw the film into the mix:

This movie. This goddamn movie is the reason it took me so long to get this blog entry posted. I put it on hold at the library mid-October, thinking that it surely would get to me by the first week of November at the very latest. Nope. Turns out the library only has one copy of the film, and I was very far back on the holds list. I finally shelled out three bucks to watch it on Amazon.

Misery as a lot like my experience with The Shining: both films are undeniably classics at this point, but while amazing cinematic feats I still prefer the books. Getting the insights to Paul’s mind and what all he’s taken notice of / plotting makes the story so much more intense.

H’okay. That’s all I’ve got. I’m still too angry about how long it took me to get a hold of this film. Ugh.

Salem’s Lot

Pre-reading predictions: Okay. So. Honestly, I always assumed this book was about witches… probably due to the fact that the word “Salem” makes me think of the Salem witch trials (that or a shitty city in Oregon). But apparently it’s about vampires? And… yeah. Much like Pet Sematary, I have no idea what to expect.

Fun fact: Vampires are not my jam. They creep me out and I have physically gagged while watching vampire attack scenes in films before. I figured, if any of these books are gonna really scare me, this is the one.


Post-reading opinions:

Congratulations, folks. We’ve done it. We have found the King book that TERRIFIES ME.

Did I mention I don’t like vampires?  Oh crap, I do not.

That being said, I liked this book. A lot more than I was expecting to. A slow start (which I was expecting), and like the previous book it had a huge shift in characters – this time so many friggen characters. It was like reading a George R. R. Martin book: almost impossible to keep track of everyone. King throws an entire town into your lap, and while certain characters were memorable and easy to follow, there were several that I’d keep forgetting even existed.

The most horrifying element of this book was not the vampire attacks – though I did squirm through a couple, they weren’t described in depth (thank goodness). The most horrifying part of the book for me was how fast it all goes down. Bartlow rides into town and gets one person on his first night. Then a couple more people the second night. Then double that the third night, double that the fourth night, double that the fifth night, and that’s the town. Math is scary, folks.

This book also helped me figure out what it is that I like so much about King’s material: he writes about extraordinary things happening to somewhat bland, ordinary people. There’s nothing special about Jack Torrence, Rachel Creed, Sue Snell, Paul Sheldon, or Mark Petrie. They’re all normal people placed in these extreme, supernatural situations, and because of this absolutely every action they perform is humanly realistic. The bursts of bravery are just as believable as the cowardly acts. I dunno, watching people behave normally in terrifying situations is just something I really enjoyed this month. It felt like a nice change of pace.

Let’s throw the film into the mix:

I watched the three hour long mini series from the late 70’s. I stayed away from the remake, since I read only awful things about it. There were three real takeaways from the film:

1) It did a pretty good job sticking to the material. Obviously the whole cast wasn’t in the film, and some characters had to be combined. But mostly all of the major plot points where present and accounted for.

2) I was so bored that I fell asleep during the film at least three times.

3) This was the only one of the six films I watched to make me scream because THIS GUY POPPED OUT OF NO WHERE ALL OF A SUDDEN CHRIST ON A CRACKER NOT COOL.


So what have I learned?

  1. I really like King’s books and would like to read more in the future.
  2. Five 200-800 page novels in one month is insane. DO NOT DO IT AGAIN.
  3. There was a distinct lack of LGBT and POC characters (I find it so hard to believe that there’s an entire Maine town being ravaged by vampires and NOT A SINGLE PERSON OF COLOR LIVES THERE). However, these are all some of King’s older books, so I would hope that King’s newer work over the years has more diversity.
  4. Lots of characters who are writers, school teachers, or have some job that involves a lot of writing. HMMMMM.
  5. Never put faith into the adaptations Stephen King has spoken fondly of (ie. Salem’s Lot and Pet Semetary).

Writing Wednesday: A Few New Things…

So it’s been a while, and I figured I’d update on some of the writing-oriented stuff that’s been going on in my life. I mean, there’s nothing much else of interest going on, so why not?

…Okay, that’s not entirely true. I’ve got cool friends, a cool boyfriend, and I just traveled down to the Bay Area for the first time ever – wherein I went to Oakland, San Francisco, and San Luis Obispo. I’m also moving out of my house and in with Stephen and his roommates at the start of July, which will be wonderful.

But still, it feels like a weekly grind of work and nothing much else. It feels like I haven’t been writing much as of late, but when I wrote up the blog below, well, I guess I haven’t been totally lazy.

San Fran is beautiful, but those hills are killer.

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Writing Wednesday: The start of another 30/30.

One day I’ll figure out what to use this blog for.

Using this blog was easy for the first year. There was a purpose: a catalog for my excursions. I had pictures, information, stories, y’know.

I keep slipping away from this blog, but it still lingers in the back of my mind; a persistent itch. It no longer befits a diary of my adventures, as I’m currently not on any adventures, but I want it to be used for something. On the one hand, I feel like life’s at a standstill; so utterly dull, filled with nothing but work, television, and sleep. On the other hand, I feel like my writing’s growing stronger everyday, I’m in love and it’s absurdly wonderful, and I’m making so many amazing friends. It’s a strange period of my life.

Despite feeling like everything’s at a standstill, I have done things since my last entry, especially in the poetry department. I traveled to Olympia and Spokane where I took second and first place (respectively) at their slams. I took first place, and a cash prize, at a Valentine’s Day slam that happened here in Portland. I went to Albuquerque for the Women of the World Poetry Slam, where I didn’t compete but still had an eye opening experience and a huge journey of self discovery as to my goals as a poet (I meant to write a longer entry about my time there, in fact, so maybe that’ll be a thing…). Most recently, Stephen and I traveled to Boise for my first ever co-feature, where I was paid to do poetry at the Boise Final Grand Slam.

So, on all those notes, I figured I’d share some poetry. Cause why not? I’m participating in the 30/30 this month, wherein you write a poem a day for the entire month of April. I figured I’d share the poems I’m most proud of thus far.

Hopefully I’ll have some idea where to take this blog soon. For now, I hope you enjoy my poetry.


Stephen and I watching some great poetry at WOWPS in Albuquerque.

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Writing Wednesday: Voicemail Poetry

So this’ll be a short post, as it’s not so much “blogging” as it is shameless self promotion which, btw, I am queen at.

I’ve been doing slam poetry for four years now. Around this exact time when I was twenty, I was fumbling through writing my first two ever pieces: ‘Just a Drunk Kiss’ and ‘Where the Fraggles Roam.’ Heck, you can even watch me performing for the first time ever in front of a live audience here and here. Anyone who’s seen me perform as of late can vouch that I have, thankfully, come a long way.

Starting out doing slam, I participated in open mics and talent shows when I could. It wasn’t until 2013 that I participated in the Ashland Poetry Slam – taking first and second place each time I competed. Then New Zealand happened and I didn’t touch poetry for an entire year. Oh sure, I might’ve dabbled a poem or two while there, but traveling, wrangling livestock, hitchhiking, drinking with people from all over the world, and constant searching for free WiFi took up the majority of my time. Anyway, now I’m at the Portland Poetry Slam, which is awesome and I’ve met a ton of cool people and I’m writing a lot again and yay for the way life works out!


My “still in shock that I won a slam” face.

Okay, enough of the boring history of my adult poetry life. To the self promotion!

A poem of mine was featured on Voicemail Poems yesterday. It’s a poem that I’m sure most people from the PDX Poetry Slam are getting a little sick of hearing, but it’s one I’m very proud of. It’s called “i will not beg for scraps” that I wrote for the final competition to get into IWPS last August. (Fair warning: there’s some profanity in the piece.)

If you can’t listen to it for whatever reason, the text can be read here. Anyway, I’m just happy that it got chosen to be featured and am pleased that so many people have been telling me good things. I feel like I have a lot of good things coming my way poetry-wise this year, so if this is how I kick off 2015 then bring on the other eleven months.

That… is literally all I have to say as of right now. But I’ve got a sure to be excellent entry I’m gonna write on Monday about the amazing weekend I have coming up… Stay tuned!

JGask out.

PS. Make sure to check out  more of Voicemail Poems collection over on their Tumblr and Soundcloud!

Fan Girl Friday: Once Upon a Time a Tree and a Raccoon Made Me Cry.

Groot and Rocket.

Rocket and Groot.

I spend a lot of time thinking about these two.


How Rocket has to remind Groot not to smile during jobs or drink fountain water or worry about losing limbs because they’ll just grow back. How Rocket does not mock or belittle Groot’s vocabulary when explaining the way his friend speaks to the other Guardians. How Rocket is the only Guardian who can understand Groot. How Rocket worries when Groot takes the battery out too early in their plan, because he knows that he’s unable to protect his friend without a firearm of sorts. How Rocket runs at Ronan after losing Groot, not even caring how unpredictably powerful Ronan’s become, because all he can think is that Groot is dead. How Rocket, who you would never expect to see cry, openly weeps when he assumes he’s forever lost his best friend. How Rocket beams with pride as he holds his little potted plant at the end of the film.


Art by deviantart’s zzigae

How Groot grows his body as a literal and physical shield to protect Rocket during fights. How, when The Collector’s place is about to blow, the first thing Groot does is grab Rocket and get the hell out of there. How Groot stands by his friend in every scuffle and situation, but is also not afraid to tell Rocket when he doesn’t agree with him. How Groot allows Rocket to climb up onto his shoulder during fights, to give him more of a physical advantage. How Groot, the gentle giant that he is, forcefully attacks Drax after he insults Rocket by calling him “vermin”. How Groot gave his life for all the friends he’d made, but especially Rocket. How Groot starts out so big and strong, and in the end is smaller than a raccoon.


Art by deviantart’s Wetrilo

How much they equally take care of each other. How much they need each other. How they are perfect compliments.

How these two idiots would not last five seconds without the other.

How I really really REALLY need a Rocket and Groot BROTP movie. Like, yesterday.

Just… just shut up and give me that movie.

Give me that movie now.


Time to be Astonishing :: 20 New Years Resolutions

Happy New Years everyone!

Insert paragraph here wherein I make rambling excuses for the lack of writing on this blog and blather on about all the post travel/seasonal depression I’ve been dealing with and blah blah blah okay bored now.

So. New Year. New changes. New resolutions. I figured this could be a good way to bring myself back to this blog: by forcing you guys to read all twenty of my resolutions for 2015.

I considered not overloading myself with resolutions for once, maybe keeping it to a three to five minimum, but in a recent chat with one of my boyfriend’s roommates I was told that it was a positive quality that I often bite off more than I can chew. I also figured, hey, I’m turning 25. This should be a big year so, what the hell, I’m gonna make a big list.

So. Here we go.


Prince Joffrey ain’t got nothing on me.

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Mundane Monday: Life Back in the States.

Hey there readers! What’s up? What’s happening? What’s cracking? Enjoying the lovely weather we’ve been having?

So, I’ve officially been home in the States for a month and 3.5 weeks now. On the one hand, it feels like I never left the USA; on the other, when I close my eyes, I can still see New Zealand, so crisp and clearly in my mind. It feels like it’s been eons, but also like I’ve only just left. A contradiction, to be sure, but I’m sure you all understand that feeling I’m trying to describe.

It’s been… rough. Okay, rough may be a harsh word, but readjusting back to States life has certainly been difficult. There’s a lot you have to get used to when you’re no longer living out of a backpack and trekking to a new place every few days. As I’ve said, I’m happy to be home, but my wanderlust has not simmered. I’m aching to get back out into the world.

All right. Enough small talk. What have I been up to lately?

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Fan Girl Friday: Genie, I’m Gonna Miss You.


Celebrity deaths don’t normally hit very close to home for me. Don’t get me wrong, when a beloved celebrity passes on I take time to reflect on their work, on their life, and on life in general. It’s always sad … Continue reading 

Writing Wednesday: Inappropriate Moments Your Favorite Kids Books Got Away With

Something I’ve been keeping in my back pocket is that, recently, I applied to write for a web-site. Won’t say which one, but I will say that it’s a pretty cool site. It was up in the air but, ultimately, I didn’t get the position. Which is all right. I mean, yeah, I’m a bit bummed, but I’ll get over it. As much of a cliche as it is to say, writing and rejection really does go hand-in-hand.

But one thing I am particularly bummed with is the future of the sample article I wrote for the site; an audition piece, as it were. I wrote it to show the site what I had to offer. Since I didn’t get picked for the job, that means the article I put several days of hard work into will fall by the wayside. So I figured I’d put it to good use and share it on here with you guys. It’s a bit rambley, but I’m still proud of what I came up with.



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Fan Girl Friday: Amazing Female Characters pt. 1

I’ve always had an affinity for strong, well-written female characters, and I shouldn’t have to explain why. When I think of amazing females in literature/film/television, I think of Hermione Granger, Ellie Sattler, Eowyn, Korra, Skylar White, Miss Piggy, Buffy Summers, Leslie Knope, Sansa and Arya Stark, Toph, River Tam, Rose Tyler, the entire cast of Orange is the New Black and Orphan Black, and the list goes on and on.

Needless to say, I’m interested in writing about these female characters and what makes them so well-written – covering their strengths and weaknesses; perfections and flaws.

So I thought I’d start with a female character I adore who, well, isn’t exactly well known.


This is Annie Sawyer. She was played by Lenora Crichlow on the BBC television program, Being Human, and was a central character on the show for the first four series.

Since it’s not a super well known show (which is a shame, because it’s got some damn good writing and some of the best philosophizing I’ve ever seen), I’ll summarize. It’s a show about a vampire (Mitchell), a werewolf (George), and a ghost (Annie) sharing a flat together in the present day, and how they learn to cope (well, most times, fail to cope) with their supernatural powers and try to justify why they’re just as much human as the people around them. It’s funny, suspenseful, gore-filled, heartbreaking, infuriating, and one of the best shows you’ve probably never watched.


(It’s also currently streaming on Netflix so, really, what’s your excuse for not watching it??)

(Also-also, it’s gonna get a bit spoilery from here on out, so I’ll try to be as vague as possible.)

I really came to love Being Human quite a lot – in case you haven’t noticed – when I discovered it a year and a half ago. I began watching because Aidan Turner, who plays Kili in The Hobbit trilogy, plays Mitchell, but I stuck around for so many other reasons. Like other supernatural shows, such as The Walking Dead and Buffy, the core of this show really comes down to humanity and what makes us, in spite of everything, human.

So. Annie Sawyer. Why am I writing about her?

annie3Without giving too much away, I will say that going into the fourth series of Being Human I wasn’t particularly looking forward to what lay ahead. Due to actors leaving the show, there was a sense of comradeship missing between the three flatmates. I did like the couple new characters they brought in, but it took me a while to time adjust to seeing them around so often.

However, what really made the fourth series work for me was Annie. Well, Annie and Eve. Annie is, in my mind, one of the most well-written characters in television that I’ve ever come across. Sure, George may be my favorite Being Human character by far, but Annie… there’s just always been something about Annie, y’know? And with her whole plot line with Eve, well, it really heightened her role on the show for me. When the fourth series came to its end, I was both disappointed and glad to see her go. While I knew I’d miss her as a character, I also knew it was for the best. I was just quite pleased that her storyline came to a rather beautiful end.

Also? Possibly my favorite George-Annie moment of the entire series:

I just want to take a moment to reminisce about what an amazingly well-crafted character Annie Claire Sawyer was on this show. She was peppy, enthusiastic, optimistic, and happy, despite the heartbreaking way of how she ended up as a ghost. Not only that, but she was trusting, caring, and kind to just about everyone. Was she perfect? Good lord, no. She certainly drove other characters a bit nuts at times, and even George hated her in the first couple episodes. Yes, she could be annoying and over persistent, and yet you couldn’t help but love this girl; the tea-making ghost who saved the world.

annie2Of the original trio, to me, Annie will always be the strongest. She grew so much over the course of her four series; much more than Mitchell and George ever did. At the start she was a mere dead girl, not really sure what to do with herself, but by the end she became a force to be reckoned with, because she was Annie Sawyer and no one was going to mess with her or her friends or take “her fucking baby” (her words, not mine). She became so very strong, not just in her powers as a ghost, but in mind and soul as well. She toughened up and learned how to take care of her own, but at the same time she never lost any of that peppy, happy-go-lucky nature we first saw in her all the way back in episode one.

And compassion. Oh my god, Annie embodied compassion. She just had so much love to give, so much so that she almost couldn’t go through with saving the entire planet because it meant hurting the one she loved most. Yet, it was love that allowed her to do what she had to do. For the love of her friends, for the love of mankind, and for the love of her baby (because, in the end, Eve really was hers, wasn’t she?). She would not let Eve go through the hell of living as the War Child, of watching the world burn around her just because of what she was, which was how Annie made the hardest choice a mother could ever make, and she did it all out of love.

annieMy favorite moment of the entire series is the last shot of Annie at series four’s end. That look that overtakes her face as she opens her door and sees what’s on the other side, oh god, the way she just lights up at the sight of whatever it is tugs at my heartstrings. I’m so glad the creators of Being Human didn’t show us what was waiting behind her door, because, honestly, we as the audience already know what’s there. It’s written all over her face.

As I wrap up this love letter to a truly amazing character, I’ll leave this entry on this one last note: it’s pretty clear to me that George was the brains and Mitchell was the brawn, but Annie?

Annie was the heart.