Recently, I saw the movie Notes on a Scandal for the first time. I love Judi Dench. She is one of my favorite actors. After I saw the movie, I learned it was based on a book by Zoë Heller, and I was interested in reading it.
The last time, I went to search for a book from a movie was That Forsyte Woman, which ended badly. This time, I checked out the book at the library. I was pleased to see it wasn’t a huge English Literature tomb with tiny print. It was a normal sized book with normal sized print, so I checked it out.
After a week or so, I gave up trying to read it at page 68. I had to put the book down for two to three days in a row due to head pain and I couldn’t figure out where I was at in the story when I picked it back up. This shouldn’t have been a problem since I saw the movie, but it was still giving me concentration problems.
Ugh, I became so frustrated. Sigh.
Most days, I feel like someone has done a Freaky Friday on my brain, and I’m left with a tween brain that only wants to read trashy teen novels with huge print and all of my emotions are controlled by my rampaging hormones, but at least, I’m not plagued with zits!