michael cunningham's the hours
oh my god, i know, i know. how am i only read this book now for the first time? especially when it's so good! mad props to jodi for prodding me to read it, or i might not have gotten around to it for another few years. anyway, really a brilliant intertwining of three women's stories--virginia woolf, as she begins writing mrs dalloway, laura brown, who is reading it, and clarissa, affectionately nicknamed mrs dalloway, who like her namesake is spending a day getting a party together. i had to wonder if some of the ways these characters connected would have been more prominent had i read mrs dalloway more recently than 8 years ago, but the novel holds up regardless of the reader's knowledge of woolf and her ouvre. cunningham is really a powerful writer, and i imagine all bookish girls would strongly relate to laura especially. now i can finally watch the movie, which came from netflix almost two months ago!
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I enjoyed both the book and the movie - although I do remember that when I saw the movie, the two girls I saw it with made fun of me for sniffling. bitches.
i always cry at movies. happy endings, sad endings, cartoon movies that have cliched-but-cute touching moments. screw anyone who thinks that's lame.
ps. i also have often cried while reading, even while reading twop recaps.
don't even come near me when i'm watching extreme home makeover - that is the most manipulative show on earth. i have been known to use up an entire box of kleenex.
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