I saw Inkheart at midnight, so I could write it up for Tor.com in a timely fashion.

The only place in New York showing the movie at midnight was a tiny movie theatre between Kew Gardens and Flushing. It was a little bigger than the townhouses around the corner (and the shape of the basement looks just like a brownstone, no fooling).

I allowed way too much travel time, which was a good idea in theory, but meant that I was at the theatre ridiculously early. (It’s a theme with me.) While waiting, I realized I have become one of those people who cannot handle being in a place where businesses close early. Quiet streets freak me out.* It’s only eleven PM; you should not have to take a twenty-minute bus ride to find a cup of coffee! I need tall buildings and a diner RIGHT NOW. (You bet I took that bus ride. This movie is two hours long, and then I had my 90-minute commute back home. I had so much coffee that I think my blood is 7% caffeine.)

* To be fair, there was a small grocery store that was open until 1am, but wandering the aisles of a grocery store for an hour and a half sounds like something from Dateline.