I'm just going to forget I read this and go along my merry way and have a very nice weekend and then re-read this on Monday and begin the mourning process then.
I was just thinking, I'm pretty sure I wore that exact same dress in 1997, over a tiny white t-shirt, with a hemp necklace.
"I already know an awful lot of people, so until one of them dies I couldn't possibly meet anyone else."
My first concert was Jars of Clay, 1998ish. I went with my little brother. It was the best.
I hated this book and thought it was a total chore, but I somehow finished it. I agree that the parts with Marie-Laure were the worst, because I got the feeling that she was supposed to be this perfect protagonist - I mean, how can you *not* root for the blind young French resistance girl? - but she didn't really do anything. She was basically just a conduit for the narrator's eloquent musings, not an actual character with her own opinions, needs, ideas, etc. This essay is great--I didn't even think, while I was reading it, about how Doerr relies on and encourages a destructive stereotype of blindness as well.
I like this version way better than the original.
When I was in 2nd grade we watched the movie (TV?) version of this one day when the teacher was sick. It haunted me for 25 years, so last year I finally Googled it "movie girl only rain one day of sun?" I was shocked to realize it was Bradbury and must therefore be a famous story that I'd somehow never come across again, but not at all shocked to realize that it still gave me nightmares.
Word. I always read all the spoilers because I need to just relax and enjoy the movie, but I did not with this one and I do not regret it!
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