"Nah! Be great, though, wouldn't it?"

Mom and I saw Children of Men last night. It was amazing. I had to sit in the theater afterwards for a full five minutes, collecting myself. I haven't felt so moved by a film in a very long time.

"You can tell which girls lack mothers by the look of their hair."

They're adapting The Secret Life of Bees into a movie. David Gordon Green is handling the adaptation, which gives me a smidgen of hope that the novel won't be completely ruined in the transfer.

But.

This book is one of those that I felt so close to while I was reading it, and when I finished, it was like saying farewell to a beloved friend. I'm reluctant to see the transformation because I know they're going to change things - it's inevitable - and not necessarily in the bad way either. It could be a wonderful film with its own magic and I may even love it. It's just that kind of outcome is such a rarity.

For every The Virgin Suicides there is Where the Heart Is, and I really hope The Secret Life of Bees turns out to be an example of the former.