Admission

Admission found its way to my to-read list through my discovering the movie version. Being the book-before-movie person, that — reading first — was exactly what I did. And now I'm not sure I want to watch anymore, even though the film has Nat Wolff and Tina Fey (for me, only in that order, but never mind) in it, who got me into wanting to see it in the first place. The kind of confusion happens as a result of either of two situations: the reading experience having been so awful I want to forget it as soon as possible, let alone reliving it, or — so intensely powerful I'm afraid to ruin it, to break something that is so entirely and ever unforgettably mine. This time it's the second category.

This is — was, but really, is — a truly overwhelming thing. I am as much at a loss of words as…