Ok, so I updated the look a bit, and added motherhood to my poetry page.
I have a headache. It won’t stop. Why won’t it stop? I should take an excedrin or something.
Well that’s all for now. I may have updated other parts too. Feel free to look. :)
This is the first time in history that I have read a book that was written before the movie that was worse than the movie. The only thing this book had in common with the movie (keep in mind that I could only make it to page 61) were these few things:
He was not a landscape artist in the book, and she did know she was in a coma from the beginning.
Reading the book, I couldn’t help but wonder why it was published in the first place. The writing is subpar, and reminds me a book a teenager would write. It isn’t that teens can’t write, but most writers that start as teens grow as they age, and the difference is profound. There are a few teens who have written wonderful books and I don’t mean to demean them.
It felt like he was just telling us about something that happened to these two people. The dialogue was not engaging, the descriptions of the places were superfluous and unnecessary. There was far more information on what the surroundings looked like, than what the people looked like. The original title of the book was “If Only it Were True” by Marc Levy. It should have been, “If Only it Weren’t Published.”
I understand the original book was published in French, and I can’t help but wonder if more than a little something was lost in translation, or if the french publish books on the criteria of a good idea, and not on whether the writing is any good or not.
Listen closely, this is the first time I’ve ever said this: “Skip the book - go rent the movie.”
I’ve read bad books in my day, and summarily blocked them from my memories, but this one will haunt my dreams.
It deserved more than one re-write, possibly by a different author.
