When we first meet 14-year-old Susie Salmon, she is already in heaven. This was before milk carton photos and public service announcements, she tells us; back in 1973, when Susie mysteriously disappeared, people still believed these things didn’t happen. In the sweet, untroubled voice of a precocious teenage girl, Susie relates the awful events of her death and her own adjustment to the strange new place she finds herself. It looks a lot like her school playground, with the good kind of swing sets.
With love, longing, and a growing understanding, Susie watches her family as they cope with their grief, her father embarks on a search for the killer, her sister undertakes a feat of amazing daring, her little brother builds a fort in her honor and begin the difficult process of healing. In the hands of a brilliant novelist, this story of seemingly unbearable tragedy is transformed into a suspenseful and touching story about family, memory, love, heaven, and living.
The Lovely Bones is a wonderful example of artistry in words. The story is so vivid in its descriptions that even Hollywood missed the mark when bringing it to the big screen. All those millions of dollars spent on CGI effects couldn’t bring Sebold’s world to proper life. And the movie really isn’t all that bad—unless you’re comparing it to the book. But that’s the nature of book to film. The book—the source—tends to be better. Doesn’t matter. You cannot have DVDs on the island! If you haven’t read this book, treat yourself to an amazing experience.
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