When I saw the previews for My Sister's Keeper. I looked over at Indiana Jones and said in the most absolute voice I could muster up, "I will never see that movie." And he smiled. Cause he knows...I only like light-hearted fun movies. He knows I become a part of the movie. I think the characters are real. I think about them. Talk about them over the next weeks, sometimes months. I have a heard time telling reality for fantasy. Does this surprise you?
I often live in my fantasy world (wink, wink). Pretending I am friends with people I never see. Or have long conversations in the car with people that are not even there -- over important stuff -- life if during theses-hard-economic recession times, if company should cut back on their complimentary tampons in the ladies room or not. I know. I am deep. Or I will eat lunch by myself at the Blue Marlin by my office and have an entire conversation with my friend about the price of tea in China. It's how I roll and all.
Anyhoo, reality. It is hard for me to stay there. So I cannot go see a movie that will take me where I do not want to be. And I instantly KNEW My Sister's Keeper was that movie. SO I banned it. Nope. Nadda. Most definitely not!
Then I flew to San Jose, California.
And I was going to be on a plane for over 5 hours. So I stopped by the airport bookstore to peruse the selection.
They had books on war, finance, healthy eating, and My Sister's Keeper.
Oh, how bad can it be?!?!?!?
All I am sayin is, while I was STILL AT THE GATE and on chapter 2, people were moving away from me because my sobs were disturbing.
Then, at chapter 4, a nice man gives me his handkerchief and asks if I am okay.
As I board the plane, the airline stewardess gives me a side hug and asks if she can get me anything.
During my flight I spew snot, give the hiccup sob, moan slightly, and have to change out of my contacts to my glasses.
I arrive past midnight EST and take a cab to the hotel.
The cab driver asks if he can help. I say in a squeaky voice, "No, it's just Kate."
"Is she your friend?"
"Yes. Yes she is,."
"Is she okay?"
"Yes. She will be. It is Anna I am worried about."
And he goes back to driving.
I finished in my hotel room in a mush of sobs and encircled in tissue.
And I dream of Anna and Kate and Jessse.
And I fall asleep talking to them...
And mumbling in my hoarse voice, "Montana...Montana....I'll be waiting."
Then I saw the movie this weekend -- NOTHING LIKE THE BOOK!
Alert -- I am about to spoil the ending. But all I am sayin is ... in the book the same person does not die as in the movie.
And can I say, that while i think you HAVE TO see/read both. The book is forty eleven times better than the movie. Amen.
But I still liked the movie.