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Just watched Never Let Me Go (thank you, stepliana) and I am all broken and sad inside. The story is full of aches of the heart, and Carey Mulligan and Andrew Garfield have stolen me. Carey Mulligan is amazing. Breathless. I really want to watch An Education, now, to watch her act again.
What's more is that in a weird way this movie has made me want to read books again. I was an English major in college, and after a while I lost my passion for reading. I suppose I might've lost is earlier, when I started becoming seriously clinically depressed in high school, but I noticed it palpably in college, when I was reading these books for class and not really keeping up any kind of private literary life. The last book I read for pleasure was not even really a book, it was Maus, and although I enjoyed myself, it didn't really speak to me. Before that was the first of the Hunger Games trilogy. In an aborted attempt to rekindle my reading passions I picked up a bunch of books from Baltimore's amazing free Book Thing, but haven't touched them. Now I really want to read Ishiguro's 2005 original.
It feels good, wanting to pick up and read books again. I haven't had that hunger in a long time.
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What's more is that in a weird way this movie has made me want to read books again. I was an English major in college, and after a while I lost my passion for reading. I suppose I might've lost is earlier, when I started becoming seriously clinically depressed in high school, but I noticed it palpably in college, when I was reading these books for class and not really keeping up any kind of private literary life. The last book I read for pleasure was not even really a book, it was Maus, and although I enjoyed myself, it didn't really speak to me. Before that was the first of the Hunger Games trilogy. In an aborted attempt to rekindle my reading passions I picked up a bunch of books from Baltimore's amazing free Book Thing, but haven't touched them. Now I really want to read Ishiguro's 2005 original.
It feels good, wanting to pick up and read books again. I haven't had that hunger in a long time.
This entry has
comments over at Dreamwidth. You can reply over there, or at LJ, whichever floats your boat.