When You Adapt A Book, You Really

Books Have A Unique Way Of Stopping Time In A Particular Moment And Saying: Let’s Not Forget This.

You're Breaking Out Of Character, Again.

I'm Never A Fan Of The Sociopathic Kind Of Reviewing, People Who Are Sort Of Self-immolating And Have Social Problems Or Whatever, And Let It Out In Literary-criticism Form. I Just Feel Like Book Reviewing Should Be Respectful And Calm And Not Filled With Bile.

She Felt Some Measure Of Relief Knowing That In The Very Least, On The Open Road She Would Have Some Time To Think.

It All Meant Something. Until It Didn't.