As usual when something that I care about deeply is about to happen, I’m equal parts excited and afraid.
When Black Swan’s first paperback of “the Book Thief” came out, I was drawn towards it because of its cover.
While reading it I cried and cried and cried. But I didn’t enjoy it for this cathartic effect, I loved it, though it sounds ridiculous, because I knew it was able to restore some faith in humanity – as corny as that sounds.
Now it’s being released as a major picture and I’m excited and looking forward to seeing it.
But I’m scared, too. As they say:
“The book is always better!”