I won’t hide it – Jodi Picoult is my favourite author of the moment. Her books are clever, deep, thoughtful and emotional. Her characters are almost always well-rounded and developed to the point that they start being real people, and the plots always include unforgettable twists and moments where you want to express your bottled emotions out loud due to something that has happened within the story that engrossed you to the point of reality. My Sister’s Keeper was never an exception; it was the third Jodi Picoult book I picked up and read, and even though I can’t say that it was/is my favourite of hers, it still had one of the greatest impacts on me emotionally.
Films made from books are never as good, for many reasons. They leave things out. They change plot points, ditch and remould characters, and usually rush too fast through the story for the audience to actually understand what’s happening. I was gearing myself up, not for a disappointment, but for an average viewing of an average (or less) attempt at trying to bring one of the best books to screen. But now, after having seen the film, I can safely say that, for the first time ever, I have nothing to complain about. Not even the ending.
Spoilers – book and film – beneath.
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I don’t even know what to say. I’m shocked.
I have never been a fan of Michael Jackson’s music, or of he himself (I’ve been one of those who has heard more bad things than good, the things to do with his child molesting etc) but hearing within an hour that he has been taken into hospital, is in a coma, and has died, well… it’s just a complete shock. I’m freaked out.
No one, and I mean no one, will ever have NOT heard of Michael Jackson’s music. He was an icon, no matter how he had happened to live his life. I remember being on a school trip last year and having the coach driver play us one of Michael Jackson’s CDs, and even though none of us liked the stuff, we all knew what song it was, and who sung it. We all sang along to Billie Jean, and to Thriller. Some people’s first ever album was one of his (idea from Mark Hoppus, heh) and almost everyone’s favourite, to this day, is the album Thriller. Apparently it’s the biggest selling album of all time, or something.
Yes, there have been allogations of him having molested children, and of course I have been with everyone in telling the jokes, and simply dislking him for that reason. But even so this is a sad day – we have lost another icon, and the very thought is unsettling. Like my mum said, having someone famous die makes you rethink your life and your mortality, and right now I am extremely freaked from the thought of it. I haven’t known a world without Michael Jackson. I’m shocked.
RIP.
This is a kind of spin-off of what I said not long ago about going back to the people I used to know.
Anyway, tomorrow I may (emphasis on may) be seeing someone who I haven’t seen in around four-five years; my old best friend, from when I was four years old. Since going back on MSN Messenger I have began talking to her again, and seeing as tomorrow she is apparently going to come up to my city (about 18 miles away from her home) we are hopefully going to try and meet up. I’m actually very, very nervous about this.
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