I finished this book 📕 this morning and convinced the husband to watch the movie 🎥 with me tonight. Now, I am usually a generous film critic when the story is a book I have read: I want to be surprised with delight that the director has captured something new, perhaps. But alas, the movie fails to capture the sweet angst and bitterness of trying to repair their broken childhood. Read the book, the movie can be skipped. ⬇️