I finished reading the book about two days ago, and I watched the movie too. I found the book far superior, if only because it's much richer in its themes and doesn't just have one single narrative understanding of what's going on.
There were two things I liked most about the book - the confession at the very end that this contract between both parties had been a whole pack of lies (The movie doesn't give that impression in as definite a fashion) - that it was a whole thing that snowballed from being nice to a boy at a party into a marriage, three children, 'i love you' and 'you're the most valuable thing, a man.'
The other thing I liked was the link to insanity. That the female lead's closest ally in the whole book was a man in an insane asylum. He had called her "female" and the male lead "male" for deciding to start a whole new life away from the "hopeless emptiness". the fact that these two had confronted it - and found camaraderie in a madman for doing so - and wanted to get away from it, made them both exceptional and like everyone else that thinks that they're stuck in a rut, can't get out, until they think they can if they just run after this crazy exit. Theirs was France.
My France is Creative Writing at the New York University (or some other uni).
What's your France?
Pajamas: Pink t-shirt, and grey bottoms, and a grey cardigan to keep us warm
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How bful, Ms Clarity!
Keep on writing, keep on biking! I will on my side try to follow in yr steps (getting up in the morning) :)
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