Believe it or not, I’m still squeezing in some reading time.
Proof positive — I posted a review on Ohio, by Stephen Markley. It was amazing. I compel you to read it.
Centered around the lives of kids-turned-grownups in a small Midwestern town, I riffed about about those high school days and what we all, in a sense, go through. But I felt it necessary to point out that in no way was my high school experience like that of the characters in that book. (Really, Mom, I promise I am not a drug addict.)
My life in that respect isn’t much different than the book lover’s adage, “The book was better.”
Ohio was a thrill ride of sorts in how the author introduces readers to the kids that inhabit his pages, and for a sleepy Ohio town, they attacked life hard. My high school days were positively angelic compared to this crew. In terms of excitement, yep — the book was better.
But isn’t it always?
I know, I know … Nicole Kidman was amazeballs in Big Little Lies. Gone Girl was thrilling, even if Ben Affleck is kinda skeevy. Marlon Brando IS The Godfather. Harry Potter, I get it. But for every movie or TV fan, there’s a legion of book zealots ready to shut you down. I am almost always on that side of the fight, with my tub of popcorn. The one and only place I deviate, and only because I haven’t read the books, YET, is “Game of Thrones.” Which is why I laugh every time I see this pop up on someone’s social media feed (NOTE:VERY NSFW):
I could probably go into a list of a zillion reasons why books are better, but ultimately, for me it’s about really getting to know the story and the characters on a far deeper level than movies can ever explore. I still haven’t forgiven the Harry Potter franchise for being so dismissive of Percy and Bill Weasley.
And with that, I’m off to get up close and personal with Bob Woodward’s portrait of the Trump presidency. A guy that admittedly I wish we didn’t have to get ot know at all, but I am also a sucker for the horror genre.
Day 12: Fall in my Favorite Chicago
Today’s recommendation: There’s a ton of books-that-became-movies on my list, but I still prefer the print version of Big Little Lies.
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