A Walk To Remember,

Now, I know that I am obviously biased, because I love Nicholas Sparks, however I have just finished watching the film adaptation of A Walk to Remember and it made me want to set something on fire because it was SO BAD. 

SPOILER ALERT - If you have not read the book, and intend to do so, stop reading here.

AWTR is one of the best books which Nicholas Sparks has written. It bares a vague resemblance to the story of The Fault in Our Stars, though it did come out a few years prior to that. It is a beautiful story of two teenagers who fall in love and one of them is terminally ill. It's set in small town America a few decades ago and the narrator is looking back at his life from more than thirty years on. One of the most touching parts of it for me is the ending where the man, now in his fifties, is still wearing his wedding ring because he never saw occasion to take it off. His devotion to the love of his young life is admirable and beautiful. 

IN NO WAY WAS HE THIS YOUNG OFFENDER THAT THEY MADE HIM OUT TO BE: Hollywood, you have been a bad bunny. Go to the naughty corner and think about what you have done. 

No really, 

The thing that annoys me is that they changed parts of it for no logical reason. His dad is supposed to be a congressman who is away in Washington regularly, not a cardiologist who left his wife an shacked up with another woman. This was not another story to vilify men who leave their wives and children - what is your obsession? Stop making out that dad's leaving automatically makes their children (particularly the boys) awful people, because it just gives it more weight when people try to use it as an excuse. 

Just to temper that, yes, there are people with legitimate issues because of things that their parents did and did not do, but that's not what Hollywood displays either. 


In other news, it would appear that I have decided that my challenge for Camp NaNo is something along the lines of writing a blog a day. Yes, that was my plan last year and yes it epically failed, but we'll see how well it goes this time.

Catch you later. 


Oh, you do drugs because mummy and daddy

Move Along, Move Along,

I wrote a blog post two days ago about how Bowie was the first great loss of my generation. I stand by that, even though someone reminded me that I had forgotten Michael Jackson. Very sad as well, but I guess, like Freddie Mercury, people were expecting it because he had not looked well for a long time. 

Today shocked the hell out of me because I didn't realise that Alan Rickman was sixty-nine. My main idea of him was as Snape and Snape did not look sixty-nine - not even close. And now he's gone. 

I don't think that anyone who saw Bowie as an idol had even started getting over him, and I know that many were his fans and fans of the Potter franchise as well. I really wouldn't want to be one of those people right now. 

It's strange to think of how many horrible things happen in the world and then we manage to just find a way past it. We have to. Everyone takes everything differently, I spent the rest of the day in bed when I finished The Fault in Our Stars because it made my heart hurt that the fictional character died. 

As humans we have a strange and beautiful ability to adapt and live on through some pretty awful things, and we need it, but we also need to be sad. For a little bit. And when you see any little piece of happiness, or see any chance to put some happiness in the world, we need to take it. Especially at the moment, we need to take it. Things like random acts of kindness have never been so necessary as they are at the moment, because there is far too much sadness and crap in the world at the moment...