I watched the movie P.S. I Love You, and while I loved it, the general rule is that the book is usually better than the movie. And that's the case with this story. The movie basically rented the characters' names, but the story in the book is much better. I'm not a literary critic--if I like the book, I like it. If I don't, I don't. I'm not looking for subtle inferences and a dramatic denouement--I want a book that will keep me interested, make me cheer for the characters, and leave me wanting more at the end.
This story was Cecilia Ahern's first novel. She was in her early 20s at the time. Considering how young she was when she wrote the book, it's amazing how well she grasped the nuances of a young grieving widow. I also appreciated that she doesn't tie things up with a pretty bow, but addresses issues without preaching.
I'm definitely keeping this book in my library to reread. It's not the best I've read, but it's worth a second look.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
My fascination with trainwrecks
So today's news is that Britney Spears' little sister is pregnant. I don't know what is wrong with these prima donnas. Can't they afford birth control?
I'm amazed at how I follow the Spears trainwrecks, Katie Holmes (there's another girl I expect to hear go off the deep end in a few years), Lindsey Lohan and other young women wrecking their lives. Every time there's a story about the disaster of the week, I can't help but read and ponder--money really doesn't make people happy. And fame just freaks out insecure women.
What will the headlines be in ten years--will we remember who these women were? Will they be around and will anyone care? Why do I care now?
I'm curious to find out what Jaime Lynn names her kid. Will we hear a bizarre name--will it be a spice, a color, a made up name or what?
Sigh.
I'm amazed at how I follow the Spears trainwrecks, Katie Holmes (there's another girl I expect to hear go off the deep end in a few years), Lindsey Lohan and other young women wrecking their lives. Every time there's a story about the disaster of the week, I can't help but read and ponder--money really doesn't make people happy. And fame just freaks out insecure women.
What will the headlines be in ten years--will we remember who these women were? Will they be around and will anyone care? Why do I care now?
I'm curious to find out what Jaime Lynn names her kid. Will we hear a bizarre name--will it be a spice, a color, a made up name or what?
Sigh.
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