a confession
A few years ago, to keep up with what two of my semi-literate nieces were reading (at least they were reading something at last!), I actually staggered through a couple of the Twilight novels. They were as dreadful as can be. One of the nieces insisted on "treating" me to one of the movies. I went in great dread, wondering what I could possibly truthfully say on the way home yet avoid hurting her feelings. Imagine my relief upon discovering that the film was better than the book--which should indicate how truly horrid the book was.
On a much higher plane, what she was reading in high school English, TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD, is an example of a good book that inspired a good movie.
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