Nope, your eyes are not deceiving you.
Yes, I know Goldfinger is a movie. It’s my favorite James Bond film and the first I ever saw.
But James Bond was a literary character before he became the super spy we know on film. And I finally had the opportunity to read the novel.
I love it as much as I do the film, and this rarely ever happens.
The first time I encountered Goldfinger, I was but a peanut. My mom and grandma were watching a movie, and I wandered into the room. Of course, things exploding attracted me to the tv.
“What are you watching?”
“Bond, James Bond,” my mother replied.
Confused by that introduction, I sat down to watch. Mesmerized, I fell in love with that suave character.
As I got older, I watched almost all of the Bond films, and of course debate with people about who is the best actor. Hands down, it’s Sean Connery (Daniel Craig second, Pierce Brosnan third.) But it could be because he was the first Bond I knew.
One day I happened to actually be paying attention to the credits and noticed in the small print: “based on characters by Ian Fleming.”
Does what now? It’s a BOOK?
I kept telling myself that I would take the time to find the novels and read them, and it was something I kept putting on the backburner. And then I saw this miniseries on BBC America.
Ok. That does it. I will read these novels!
And naturally, I didn’t get around to it until a couple of days ago. But I am so glad I did.
It’s as well paced as the movie, and just as interesting. Bond is a bit more introspective in the novel than he is in the movie, but that is to be expected. I am looking forward to having a Bond marathon this weekend, starting with Goldfinger, and anticipating seeing the movie through new eyes.
With this in mind, I present to you She Loves Only Gold:
I have no shame in admitting I took the name from the title song of the movie. 🙂
The gold base is a combination of two colors: OPI’s Ski Slope Sweetie (pictured) layered over Julep’s Kennedy. I did some golden rhinestones at the base of my nails, and tuxedoed the ring fingers on each hand with Essie’s Licorice. Right hand has no bowtie, as I would end up knocking it off doing orders at work.
Now, I’m off to have martini (shaken, not stirred), and listen to this amazing movie opening.
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