Because I saw this movie trailer:
And I knew I had to watch the movie, but I wanted to read the book first.
I should have known better.
Hubby was out of town, and I stay up too late when he's gone anyway, but I stayed up until 2 in the morning reading the book, until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Then I woke up the next morning and finished reading before I got out of bed. I spent the whole next day feeling groggy and out of sorts, but it was worth it.
I had to keep reading, because I knew the secret. I just knew it, and I had to keep reading to find out if I was right (I was). That is absolutely the best kind of book.
It's an amazing story of strength and courage, from where one would expect in a story of this sort, but also from a surprising direction that took my breath away. I devoured the book. I am so glad I read it: that I felt the things I felt and thought the things I thought. I'll carry it with me.
But now, I don't know if I can see the movie. Because there is no way to do justice to this story in a movie, and I don't think I can bear to watch a movie that doesn't.
So read this book. Or watch the movie. But probably not both.
P.S. I probably will watch the movie, number 1 because I think Hubby will want to watch it, and number 2, for the same reason I had to keep reading--I need to know if I'm right. And if I'm not right, if the movie is amazing and gives all the feels and all the chills, I can't bear to miss that, either.