I love a good book adaptation. Hell, I even love ones that are not necessarily considered good! I am someone who tends to fall more on the side of appreciating the book vs the movie/show for what they are, each their own beast, with their own messages to tell.
Did anyone else's January last like 3 months? That's what it felt like at least. I'm going to preface this MIR with this; I basically did nothing but be in pain and watch The L Word.