My favorite thing to do on Sunday afternoons is to scroll through On Demand and find movies that are on my Netflix list. I’ve been meaning to watch Bridge to Terabihia for a long time. Katherine Patterson, the author, is my cousin’s, cousin’s grandmother. She use to send us books when we were little, and when I was at the Cape they were all there and chatted about how The Great Gilly Hopkins is in the works. yeessss. But that it was a secret, of course.
Kelly mentioned that she didn’t like the movie, so I waited until I was home alone to watch it, which maybe was the best idea. Only because I really got into it. I fell in love with Leslie. She is beyond adorable, and her character was something I could only hope to achieve to be! When she died, I cried. I couldn’t help it, and I continued to cry for the rest of the movie. Hot tears, and a runny nose. Of course this is when the rest of my house came in to watch the end of the movie. All I wanted was for it to be over and for me to be interrupted. I really haven’t had a movie touch me like that in a long time. It was sweet, and simple and makes you remember the worlds, and characters and things you made up when you were a kid. I personally loved the movie, and felt a great connection to it. I want to be her when I grow up.