I really, really hate sad books. And movies. So imagine my surprise about a year ago when I found myself reading - and loving - The Fault In Our Stars.
When I heard it was going to be made into a movie, nothing would do but that I see it. And last night I did. I met a friend for dinner, and after a quick trip to Dylan's Candy Bar for snacks, we headed next door to a tiny movie theater that was like a time warp back to the 80s, save for the electronic paper towel dispensers in the bathrooms.
I loved the movie so much that even the mouse that ran across the theater floor at one point didn't distract from the magic (although the shrieks of the group of the 13 year old girls sitting in front of us almost did).
When I left the theater I was a bit of a soggy mess, but in a cathartic, these tears feel really good way. If you haven't read the book or seen the movie, I suggest you go read it and see it, right away. Don't let the sadness deter you. It's a beautiful romance in print and on-screen, and definitely one not to be missed.
|Because, bulk candy bins|
|Old school theater|