Atonement. I'm one of those people who
refuses to see any book-turned-movie if I haven't read the book yet (and
am planning to do so). However, I broke this rule with Atonement and severely
regretted it. I went to see the movie with my mom's book club (who had
just finished reading the novel by Ian McEwan). It was very depressing,
of course, but I still liked the movie. The book, which I read a few
months later, was a completely different story. First of all, I already
knew I hated Briony, so it was difficult for me to read pages and pages
about her childhood activities, including a particularly long diatribe
on her watching her pinky finger bend and examining the knuckle and
thinking about how it all worked. (Yawn.) This tedious writing style,
coupled with the decent length of the book (480 pages), made Atonement
very sluggish reading. But mostly (SPOILER ALERT) I didn't really want to keep
reading when I knew everyone would just die unhappily in the end anyway. I did force myself to finish it and I was not rewarded. Ho-hum.
2 comments:
Ha ha. Totally agree with you on this one!
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