It's Official....

I'm done with classes this semester. I didn't do as well as I would have hoped on all my Chemistry assignments, but I did walk away with an "A". (I know, what was I crying about then?) I can only credit that to the extra credit that was given to us, otherwise I would have made "B".

So now I can rest and enjoy the Christmas season by indulging in the Polar Express around the clock. It has to be the greatest Christmas movie. I know it's not a classic, but the book has been my favorite since elementary school. When I heard there was going to be a Polar Express movie I was more than thrilled, but also nervous that they would ruin the entire thing for me. But alas, Tom Hanks works his brilliant magic and makes everything wonderful.

Children around the world (including my nephew and niece) start watching this movie around the clock around the beginning of November. It takes mad skills to keep a child captivated for that long. And though I consider myself an old soul, the child inside cannot resist the telling of this Polar Express story.

Nights in Rodanthe

For those of you who are thinking of going to see this movie...please...PLEASE do not bother. You see, I read the book and absolutely LOVED it. Everything flowed so well. The bond that was made was incredible and believable. What Richard and Diane did was taint that. They made it look cheap and completely trashy. No, the movie wasn't trashy....it just made the love look...cheesy and well just stupid.

Why is it that books are so much better than movies? I mean the "acting" in my head is SO much more believable. The characters are normal. They don't TRY to act like Diane Lang or whatever her name is. (I swear she is the worst actress I've ever seen. I can't stand anything with her in it...and I was just HOPING she would redeem herself with this movie. But friends, she failed miserably. Don't get me wrong, I'm no movie critic....but serious she is pitiful.) But in my head the landscape is always better and more realistic. The story plays out like it should. But the movies...Lord help 'em. They are lacking. Is it imagination? I guess that's what makes a book so great. You make it what you want it to be. You make it what you need it to be at the time. And it speaks volumes to you as the words roll from page to page.

I think I've learned my lesson. I really shouldn't watch a movie after reading the book.