I think I finally found a time when that was true. A bunch of us girls went out to see Les Miserables on Sunday and it was wonderful. Not an I leave the theater and never think about it again wonderful, but waking up in the middle of the night sobbing kind of wonderful. Most of it was the superb acting. It gave a whole new dimension to Victor Hugo’s masterpiece. It also didn’t hurt that it was condensed, but that’s not the point I wanted to make here. Seeing it felt like I was living it.
Which leads me to that point I was referring to:
Most of my readers are writers; with that in mind- would you like your book made into a movie? Why or why not?