...except that it reminds you that you have to leave for work in twenty minutes, and that your job is slowly sucking your will to live. Or maybe that's just me *sigh*.
So I'm sitting here all warm and cozy in my boyfriend's apartment with a GIANT cup of coffee and his roley-poley little fur ball Dexter cuddling up to me (he's actually kitten-snoring at the moment, which if you've never witnessed before, is exceptionally adorable), and I figured that I really should post a mini-review of Lovely Bones before too much time passes and I can't remember the things that I wanted to say about it.
The Lovely Bones was good, and I enjoyed it, but I enjoyed the book FAR more. Maybe it's because it's still so fresh in my head, or maybe it's because of how moving the book was, but the movie just didn't compare. Now I know, and you know, that the movie or tv adaptation or what have you never lives up to the book* and I never expect it to. Hmmmm...but how do I put this...it's almost as though Peter Jackson missed the tone, which isn't exactly true, because the movie made you feel almost the same things as the book, just not as intensely. My boyfriend, who hasn't read the book thought that the movie was great, very powerful. So apparently if you've not read the book, then the movie does get across the concept and emotion behind Sebold's novel.
Arghhh, I wish I didn't have to leave for work, 'cause I'm sure that there's more that I could say...but such is life I suppose.
*The only real exception to this rule that I have noticed is Dexter, the tv series. When it first premiered I watched a bunch of the episodes and then went out ant bought the first two Jeff Lindsay books, and they were TERRIBLE. I didn't even read the second one. The show has much better character development and is far better written than the book. I'd love to know if anyone else has come across different examples of the adaptations surpassing the original....hmm
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