I don’t even know how to begin to talk about 2021.
Sometimes I read for joy. Sometimes I read to block out my own thoughts. A lot of the time I was just too tired to read at all.
(more…)I don’t even know how to begin to talk about 2021.
Sometimes I read for joy. Sometimes I read to block out my own thoughts. A lot of the time I was just too tired to read at all.
(more…)A semi-regular, ongoing series of posts where I discuss movie adaptations of books, because I love books and I love movies.
It’s always exciting when my book club reading naturally aligns with a film release. Last month the classics book club I attend read Rebecca, the gothic novel by Daphne du Maurier, only to discover that Netflix was releasing a new version of the movie just weeks later. Kismet!
(more…)I’m pregnant. This has little to do with The Martian, other than the fact that I find myself trying to make it through at least a fraction of my TBR list before the baby’s arrival.* And this book has been sitting on that list since the movie adaptation was released in 2015.
(more…)A semi-regular, ongoing series of posts where I discuss movie adaptations of books, because I love books and I love movies.
A Simple Favor first entered my reading orbit when I saw a teaser trailer for its movie adaptation. Paul Feig, a comedy genius, was making… a mystery thriller? With Anna Kendrick, who’s also known for her comedic chops? Ok, I’ll bite. But I’ve got to read the book first, of course.
(more…)A semi-regular, ongoing series of posts where I discuss movie adaptations of books, because I love books and I love movies
If I had a nickel for every time I read a book and thought, “This would make a much better movie” …Well, I’d maybe have 20 cents. My husband would say this is because I’m a book snob. But I can’t help it if most of the books I’ve read are so totally engrossing that I want to spend more than two hours with the story.
Welcome to a semi-regular, ongoing series of posts where I discuss movie adaptations of books, because I love books and I love movies.
I don’t always feel like a bona fide adult. Sure, I’ve ticked a few of the ‘grown up’ milestones off my list: marriage, buying a home, establishing a career. But I often feel like I’m just playacting at being a real adult. I can’t possibly be in my mid-30s, right? It’s insane to think that my high school days were over 15 years ago and that 20 years ago now only barely qualifies as the 1990s.