Started the second…

Started the second season of The 100. The body count on this show is remarkably high; they might as well all be wearing red shirts. Also, the constant leaping from peril to peril (and the complete and somewhat contrived failures to communicate critical information) is so relentless that I had to take a break between seasons and watch some Austen.

There is apparently only so much disaster and slaughter I can take before I have to take refuge in a nice drawing room with a cup of tea, where the worst thing that happens are some cutting remarks. Although I suppose even Austen sometimes gives in to the authorial temptation to artificially withhold critical information from the characters, 'causing a great deal of unnecessary grief. I'm looking at you, Edward Ferrars.

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