After having so much fun trying to see a movie yesterday, my wife and I thought we’d give it another shot today.
At first our chances didn’t look good—we got there late, and the line-up was pretty long (Wednesday is “Pensioner Day” at the movies, apparently). But luck was with us this time, and we got not only tickets for “The Lovely Bones” but also seats that weren’t sticky.
Before you ask, I can’t tell you how it compares to the book, because I’ve never read it. I’ve always wanted to—everyone I know who’s read it raves about it, and it’s been on pretty much every “Top 100 Books” list I’ve seen. But then I think about all the other books in my collection I haven’t read yet, and pick up one of them instead. So if you’re looking for a comparison, I’m afraid you’ll have to keep looking. Nothing to see here…
As a movie, we both really enjoyed it. (Well, as much as you can enjoy a movie with a storyline like that.) But it also made me feel very protective about my son. While this was fiction (although reading about Alice Sebold’s memoir “Lucky”, I’m not so sure), I know there are people out there who prey on children, and it scares me to think someone could harm my little boy. I’ll always protect him as much as I can, but I can’t protect him forever. I’m sure when he’s older and starts venturing out on his own I’ll turn into one of those parents who want to know where their child is every minute of the day. (At least until he finishes high school.)
Oh, and after seeing the movie I went and bought the book. Goodness knows when I’ll actually get to read it, but it’s a start, right?