Posted by: TA Sullivan | October 29, 2013

Ripples of Effects

waterRings-4x6We’ve all heard of the butterfly which, when it flaps its wings in Tokyo, causes rain in New York, but do any of us realize that each of us also creates ripples and waves in the ocean of reality that surrounds all of us?

Just like that butterfly, every time we make a choice, rings of consequences flow outward through the energies surrounding us. Eventually they impact the energies of the people nearest us, who then make choices that then affect those near them, and outward and onward. It’s very similar to what happens when you drop a pebble in the water. The rings flow outward until they collide with something; then sometimes the rings stop, but other times they simply split and keep going.

So, what if you drop several pebbles into the water? Now you have rings flowing into rings, flowing into rings. Each ring spawning another, just as each choice spawns another. For instance, let’s say that you get up one morning and as you come into the kitchen you decide to have oatmeal instead of toast. The extra few moments it takes for you to microwave and eat your oatmeal makes you a few minutes later in leaving than normal. So, in your haste, you skip kissing your spouse and settle for a quick “Bye. See ya later…” instead.

What’s the big deal? It’s such a small choice what can it possibly affect? Well, a butterfly is a small thing, yet it can cause rain in New York. But let’s follow our scenario and see where it goes.

The spouse has chosen to be miffed at not getting a morning kiss (consequence and chosen response). Because the spouse is miffed, they drive in an angrier manner than usual. This choice affects everyone they encounter on the road between home and office, and each of those people then makes a non-conscious choice to respond to the spouse’s angry driving in some way. They might decide to ignore it; they might decide to compete with it; they might decide to advance the anger into a rage. All are valid choices that are spawned by the ring of consequence from the spouse, and each of these choices kicks off its own rings of consequences. All of this just because you chose to eat oatmeal instead of toast.

It’s simplistic for sure, but it does illustrate how easily something you might not even really think about can affect more than just yourself. It also shows that what affects someone else, then affects another group of people, and so forth.

Each day you make thousands of choices, some large and noticeable by you and by others (such as whether you should buy the new car, take a vacation, or have a baby), while others are small and seemingly negligible and may be made without any real thought (such as sleeping in 5 or 10 minutes later than normal, wearing the green or blue tie to work, or having toast or oatmeal for breakfast).

Some choices are such habits that we give them no thought at all, such as brushing our teeth, kissing our spouse goodbye for the day, or the choices we make while driving to work and back. But each of those choices, from the smallest to the largest, to the ones we really ponder to the ones we do out of habit, is what creates our personal reality. Without all of those choices, our personal reality wouldn’t exist. However, some of our personal choices spill over and affect the people around us. Perhaps you were running late, so you didn’t brush your teeth today, and your bad breath annoyed your seat mate on the train. That annoyance made him snap at his secretary, who then complained to her friend, who missed a phone call because she was listening to her friend complain, and so on.

Each of us makes choices on how we will act, what we will do, and how we will react to someone else. And every time we make a choice, we send out rippling rings of energy, and those ripples flow outward until they connect with one or more someone elses. Then those people act or react to the energies and create their own rippling rings of energies. Soon the whole world is filled with these rippling rings of energy, mixing, interacting and merging, creating a global reality with each new wave.

So, if we choose to be kind and upbeat, full of positivity and happy energies, this creates a very positive energy that ripples outward and touches all those around you. And if those around you take that energy and decide to react in a happy and positive way, then they send out positive waves of energy, and pretty soon the whole world is just filled with nothing but positive energies.

Think about it…no more fear, no more intolerance, no more hate or war, just happy positive energies filling the world. Is it possible? Of course. Is it probable? Maybe not, but why not make a choice to give it a try, anyway?

Posted by: TA Sullivan | October 4, 2013

A Spider Web of ‘Ifs’

web of dew drops 4889All my life I’ve wondered about the paths not taken. What would our world be like if we’d lost the Revolutionary War? What if the Wright brothers had never invented the airplane…would someone else have done it, or would our world be stuck to the ground?

What would my personal reality be like if I had been born male instead of female? What if I hadn’t married, or had married someone else?  

The other day I was reading a book by Andre Norton (Star Gate) written in 1958, and she had a section that stated the same ideas, only much more elegantly than I could ever do:

“History is not only a collection of facts; it is a spider’s web of ‘ifs’. If Napoleon had not lost the Battle of Waterloo, if the American colonies had lost the Revolution, if the South had won the Civil War…the procession of ifs is endless, exciting the imagination and spurring endless speculation. Sometimes the all-important turning point can be compressed into a single small action—the death of one man, or a seemingly casual decision.

And if the larger history of a nation, or a world, depends upon so many change ifs, so also does the personal history of each of us. Because we are five minutes late or ten minutes early for an appointment, because we catch one bus but miss another, our life is completely changed.

There exists a fascinating theory that at least two worlds branch from every bit of destiny action. Hence, there are far-reaching bands of parallel worlds, born of many historical choices…”

But are parallel worlds only created when national or world-wide events occur, which could result in multiple responses, or are there multiple worlds based on an individual’s choices, too? And if each of us and our choices spawn parallel worlds, are those personal worlds only available to the individual who created it, or are they open to everyone?

Today scientists are not only embracing the theory of multiple worlds, but they are striving to prove that these worlds exist. Some picture the parallel worlds as layers stacked on top of each other, while others say they resemble soap bubbles with the larger bubbles (or world and national parallel worlds) linked together by smaller bubbles (the individual’s parallel worlds that we all create for ourselves).

I’m not sure what form the parallel worlds take—layers or bubbles—but I do find it interesting that what writers have posited for and written about for decades is now suddenly becoming a “reality”…at least in this world.

Posted by: TA Sullivan | September 13, 2013

For the end of the world, we’re serving turtle pie ala mode

Suppose the world is facing an extermination event in two weeks. What would you do with your two weeks?turtlepie

That’s sort of the premise of the movie, Seeking a Friend for the End of World. While the movie itself is rather pathetic and I wouldn’t recommend it, the concept intrigues me.

My first thought when confronted with the idea of the world ending in two weeks is self-indulgence. That includes:

  • Spending time with my hubby
  • Sleeping in in the mornings
  • Eating whatever I want (like fudge, brownies, turtle pie, and all the chocolate ice cream I can – after all, what’s the point of dieting if we’re all gonna die?)
  • Reading (books, magazines, newspapers, everything – I love reading)

What I wouldn’t do:

  • Go to work (what are they gonna do, fire me?)
  • Worry about my weight
  • Worry about paying my bills
  • Plan for tomorrow

But then I spent a little more time contemplating the idea as if it were something that could actually occur and I wondered what about all those people who are alone? People who have no family and few or no friends, people who are perhaps bed-ridden or confined to their homes, people who maybe require some sort of medical intervention to keep them alive. Who will look after them?

Even if the world is ending in two weeks, is it fair, is it right to forget about those who can’t do for themselves? Self-indulgence is great, but wouldn’t it be even greater to be indulgent with someone? Instead of buying just one or two slices of turtle pie, why not buy a dozen turtle pies and share them with the folks in a homeless shelter or a nursing home?

And what about the home-bound people? Would their care givers still be on the job, or would they have opted for the self-indulgent route and so have left their charges to fend for themselves. And how would I or someone else get a list of these people and their addresses so that we could check on them and make sure that their last two weeks were as self-indulgent and fun as we wanted ours to be?

I have to admit, what started out as a simple and silly question, turned into quite a mental exercise. I’m sure that the opportunity to test my actual reaction to this type of news will never occur (at least not in my lifetime), but still…it was an interesting insight into my own mind and motives. And I hope that if the situation ever did occur that I would be as thoughtful and caring as I think I could be (even if it’s in my own self-indulgent way – turtle pie, anyone?).

Posted by: TA Sullivan | August 25, 2013

What Dreams May Come…What Dreams Have Come

WhatdreamsposterA friend of mine invited me to watch a movie with her. She said it was something she had seen when it first came out and, knowing I hadn’t seen it, thought I would really enjoy it. That’s all she said. She wouldn’t give me the title, tell me who starred in it, or even give me a synopsis of the plot. Deciding to humor her (and wanting to spend time with her, anyway), I agreed to her “movie night”.

The movie she chose was “What Dreams May Come” starring Robin Williams. And to say I was surprised by the movie is an understatement. It was like watching my own book, “Escorting the Dead: My Life as a Psychopomp”, come to life.

The movie was based on a book by Richard Matheson, author of such books as “Bid Time Return” (which became the movie, “Somewhere in Time”) and “I am Legend” (which also became a movie with the same name). I had loved all the movies made from Mr. Matheson’s books, including this one that I had just seen, so I went to the library and got copies of his books.

Reading his words pulled at something deep within me. It waCover3s as if we were connecting on a soul level. It made me wonder just who was Mr. Matheson and how did he come to write these books; what was his inspiration. Did he have a near death experience of his own? Was his just a finely tuned imagination or was there some “secret” knowledge there?

What I found was that he wasn’t all that different from me in his beliefs and in how he built his spiritual foundations.

Fascinated by parapsychology, the paranormal, and metaphysics since boyhood, Mr. Matheson used his storytelling platform to explore and express his beliefs. Having read everything from Emanual Swedenborg and Harold Percival to Raymond Moody and Kubler-Ross, Mr. Matheson compiled his own spiritual belief system which he published in a book called “The Path”, a non-fiction account of his ideas and concepts.

That same belief system was used as the basis for “What Dreams May Come” but was expressed as a story; however, in an introductory note to the book, Matheson explains that the characters are the only fictional component of the novel. Almost everything else was based on research, and the end of the novel includes a lengthy bibliography.

Placing the material in a fictional, story-like format allowed Mr. Matheson to reach a wider audience with his ideas of how life (and death) works. His book explores a range of paranormal and spiritual concepts and puts forth his philosophy of mind over matter, that ideas are the basis of creation, and his beliefs that the human soul is immortal and that a person’s fate in the afterlife is self-imposed.

The book, which was originally published in 1978, received mixed reviews. However, Mr. Matheson considered it one of his greatest achievements and was quoted as saying, “I think ‘What Dreams May Come’ is the most important (read effective) book I’ve written. It has caused a number of readers to lose their fear of death – the finest tribute any writer could receive.”

That quote also fits me. I may not sell very many copies of my book, but that’s okay; because if my book can give even one person some comfort regarding their death or the death of someone they love, than that’s what counts. It’s really the reason why I wrote it.

So, in our own way, I guess Mr. Matheson and I do have a connection. We both developed similar belief systems and have tried to express those beliefs through our writing. It’s nice to have validation of how you think the world functions, and it’s even nicer when that validation comes to you unexpectedly and without strings.

Posted by: TA Sullivan | August 1, 2013

Ooops, sorry…

ottoman“Oops, sorry…” I mutter to the ottoman I just stumbled over. The other people in the room glance at me as if I’m nuts, but that’s okay. I may be slightly off, but I’ve just as often wondered why other people don’t apologize to objects that they trip over, bump into, or knock about.

I mean, we’re all made from the same stuff, aren’t we? From what I’ve read, the chair we’re sitting on and the computer we’re using to write this post all share the same basic components as us , we’re just structured differently. So, why do we suppose that the objects we label inanimate don’t feel or think?

I grew up watching TV shows such as “I Dream of Jeannie” and “Bewitched”, which showed people constantly being turned into objects (chairs, bed warmers, pin cushions, and pillows). And let us not forget the show “My Mother the Car” or the KIT car from “Knight Rider”, they were very human-like in their interactions.

And lest you think I watched too much TV as a kid, there were (and are) books of fantasy and SciFi with robots and androids whose feelings are as acute as any human’s, cups and saucers that hold their own tea parties, toys that come to life when people aren’t around to see, and beds that fly.

So, who’s to say that the ottoman I apologized to didn’t appreciate the recognition and consideration I showed it? And if I hadn’t apologized, would that same ottoman have wandered over into my path again, perhaps with a more malicious intent?

And what does it cost, really, to offer an apology to a chair, ottoman, shoe, or other object when we bump into it, trip over it, or knock it over because we’re not paying attention to our surroundings? Perhaps if enough of us took the time to be more gracious to our things, we might find ourselves extending those same courtesies to each other, too. Now wouldn’t that be a more pleasant world to live in?

Posted by: TA Sullivan | July 16, 2013

What you see isn’t always what you think

What do you see in the picture shown here?

is it an angel or alien

is it an angel or alien

When I showed the picture to different friends, I got several different answers: angels, aliens, light reflecting on clouds. And whose to say that any of those answers was right or wrong?

If you asked three different people to describe something they all saw or experienced, you’d most likely get three different answers. Crazy, right?

Well, maybe it’s not as crazy as you think. After all, much of what we think we experience is based on what our minds tell us is real. And our brain’s output is based on imperfect, and often, incomplete data.

I’ve been watching a TV show lately called Brain Games. It’s all about how our brains perceive and interpret information. What I’ve discovered from viewing this show is that while we think of our brains as infallible, they aren’t…not really.

Our brains function just like those computers the CSI guys use when they enter partial fingerprints into it, and then try to get a match. Our brains take in all sorts of information through sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell; however, many of us rarely fully focus on the input that our body is sending us, so we don’t always get perfect data. We may only see part of what is happening around us because we’re focused on our cell phone, or on the taste of that meatball sub we’re having for lunch, or on the lyrics to our favorite song playing on our iPods. So, just like that partial finger print that the CSI computer is trying to match, our brains are trying to make sense of partial input.

Adding to the brain’s difficulty is the fact that the majority of us come with preset filters. We call these filters:  beliefs, prejudices, past experiences, fears, preconceived notions and convictions, and expectations.

Having these filters is not necessarily bad; in fact, without them we wouldn’t be who we are. However, they do skew and limit the output our brain can present to us based on the input we gave it.

So, if your filtering system (personality and thought processes) allow angels, then it’s easy to see how your brain may put together all the input you gave it and give you that answer. However, if your filtering system doesn’t go there, then you might be more inclined to receive the answer of light glare on clouds.

Neither answer is wrong, each person simply experiences a reality based on his or her information input and his or her filtered output.

Posted by: TA Sullivan | June 27, 2013

Sleep Walking

dreamer2There’s a passage in one of Stephen King’s books where he talks about how his protagonist is avoiding life by burying himself in his writing. SK goes on to say that to the protagonist, the characters in the story he is writing are more real to him than the world and people in which he actually lives. I mention that because for a while I felt as if my life was that way.

I had been burying myself in a pretense of life to the exclusion of what was important. I went into work and I busied myself with how-to guides, indices and table of contents, images and tables. I scurried to meetings, and followed agendas, and answered phones, and all the time all I was really doing was avoiding life—real life.

Oh, I can see you going, “Whoa! Wait a minute; what you described is life.” But you’re so wrong. For me life has never been about creating a physical product or object, or going to meetings so I can listen to someone worry about whether deadlines will be met, or whether we should change the template of our how-to guides. For me life has always been more about why people act the way they do, care about what they do, or say what they do.

Seeing beneath the surface of the games and dramas that people participate in has always been easy for me. So easy, in fact, that I rarely got caught up in the dramas myself—at least not for any length of time. I think this is why, when I realized what I was doing, that it hit me so hard. Here I was, going through the motions of living every day and thinking that this was what it was all about, this was living; then suddenly realizing that what I was doing was really avoiding life.

I literally became a sleep walker during the days—I came into work, did my “thing” and then went home, never recognizing that what I was doing served little purpose but to occupy my mind and keep me from actually seeing beneath the surface to my real life.

I suddenly recognized just how much people do things out of habit. We’ve all been brainwashed into thinking that if we don’t have gainful employment that we’ll starve, if we have nowhere to live, we’re failures. Yet, look at how many people manage to do what they want and still get by. How many people are painting, sculpting, selling poetry, hanging out at the beach riding surfboards and just enjoying life?

There’s nothing wrong with any of those options, just as there’s nothing wrong with “working” for a living. I think everyone needs to make their own choices. It’s just for me, I finally recognized that what I was calling “working for a living: was really “hiding” from life. While I want to write, and I want to make money enough to support myself and my husband, I also needed to unbury myself from this false life and continue my search for what’s real—for me. And what’s real for me is understanding the BIG picture—who we are, what we are, and where are we going.

So, although I still work writing how-to manuals, and I still participate in “normal life”, I’m also spending much more time in the astral plane. In the astral plane I can interact with others like myself who are ready to know, who are ready to see what lies beyond. Then during the day, rather than lull myself back into a walking sleep, I study the people around me. Not in a disinterested, mad-scientist way, but rather as stranger to a unique and extraordinary world that I need to understand and figure out.

I see the world through the eyes of someone new; and, like a child, I revel in the beauty and simplicity of a raindrop, or marvel at the sound of bird’s call. I enjoy the fragrance of fresh brewed coffee, or the sight of someone laughing.

Every day is a unique and marvelous occurrence just waiting for me to experience, and experience it, I do. I no longer sleep walk through life, but instead I try to make each day something joyous and positive, even if all I am doing is going to work. Every day is a wonder, and every moment a precious gem.

Posted by: TA Sullivan | June 4, 2013

Sliding Doors and Choosing a Path in Life

It's all good

It’s all good

Have you ever started out walking down a path, and then halfway round you see another path wandering off through the trees and decide to follow it and see where it goes? I think we all have. And we haven’t actually followed that meandering path, we’ve at least seen it and wondered about it.Most times (at least in my experience), that path eventually finds its way back to the main path that you started out on. However, following that side path usually made for an interesting, and (sometimes) a very memorable, side trip.

Life is very much like that, too, although most of us don’t recognize that fact. We all start out with a goal to our lives (sometimes we know what that goal is, and sometimes we don’t…but it’s there, all the same). Some of us follow a straight path right to the goal; some of us take a more circuitous route; and others do a little of both. Eventually though, we all manage to reach those goals that we set out towards (though, sometimes it may take more than one life if the route taken is extremely adventurous and full of wanderings).

Think about it…how many times have you been going about your day-to-day routine, ensconced in your little rut of everyday life, when something happens to change things. That something can be so small and seemingly insignificant that you don’t even take note of it, or it can be something more notable, something that leaves a more lasting impression.

For instance, your alarm fails to go off and you over sleep. When you awaken, you can decide to just call in and take the day off, or you end up racing around like a mad person trying to get ready to for work. By staying home, you avoid the large 4-car pile-up on the road you normally take to work, and you get to enjoy a splendid summer day hanging out in the woods following that strange intriguing path. The other choice of racing around and trying to get to the office as quickly as possible, causes you to misplace your cell phone, misplace your customer file, and get caught up in the traffic jam to the point that you miss your meetings and are unable to call and reschedule anything because you don’t have your phone with you. Your customers are angry, your boss is angry, and you’re this close to losing your job.

Sometimes when these incidents occur we don’t even realize that we’re making a choice. Many times it seems as if life, fate, or destiny is simply stepping in and we have no say in what happens. But we always have a “say” in what happens to us, even if we don’t realize it, because all the while we’re following our path, our rut, we’re laying the groundwork for other paths to occur.

Every day we make thousands upon millions of choices. Most of these choices are (to us) inconsequential and we make them without giving them a thought. But each of these choices joins up with the choices made before until… wham! We’re on a different path. Yet, because we’re not paying attention to most of the choices we make, it’s as if we arrived on this new path magically. One minute we’re happily ensconced in our lives following our little rut, and the next we’re in a life we don’t recognize at all. Then we look around and wonder “How did I get here?” or “What did I do to deserve this?”, while all along we’ve been pushing ourselves to this point through the choices we’ve been making.

One of the best examples I’ve ever seen of this concept is the movie Sliding Doors starring Gwyneth Paltrow. Gwyneth plays a young woman whose life is rather unremarkable. She works at PR firm in the UK, lives with her boyfriend of many years in a relationship that is as bland as her life. For the most part, she’s content with things, and those few things that bother her…well, that’s just the way life is (or so she believes).

Her day starts as all her days do, and then suddenly it takes a left turn. Based on her choices to a series of seemingly ordinary occurrences, her life changes dramatically…or continues as normal.SlidingDoors

The movie shows us both versions of her life—the one that changed and the one that remained relatively unchanged. The movie runs the versions concurrently, as if showing us two different characters…and, in a way, she is two characters, because the two versions of her are very different. Yet, eventually, as the lives progress and the choices are made, the two versions merge back together.

The goal of most people’s lives is on their main path, and eventually all the side paths guide you back to that main path so that the main life goal is reached.  This is what eventually happens in the movie, too.

The movie is an excellent depiction of how the same life goal is reached even when different paths are followed. It is also an excellent depiction of how small choices can make big impacts in your life.

Sliding Doors is a great reminder that no path you take in life is right or wrong, because all paths get you where you need to be, and make you who you are.

Posted by: TA Sullivan | May 14, 2013


panicEscape. I need to get away.

Frantic, I peer around searching for a way out.

Heart pounding, I know if I don’t move quickly, they’ll be on me.

In a panic, I dash for the darkened opening that leads who knows where certain that I’ll be caught any moment.

So who are the ubiquitous “they” who are chasing me? I have no idea.

I have no idea what I’m afraid of, where I’m running from or to, and who it is that is pursuing me. All I know is that each night for the past 2 weeks, I’ve awakened in a cold sweaty panic, as I try to evade my pursuers.

Sometimes, I’m with one or more other people and we’re all trying to escape, other times I find that I need to rescue a child or puppy from imminent death; but most times, it’s just me, the dark, and the panicky need to escape.

So just what it is I’m running from? Based on other aspects of the dreams, I’d say that there are situations that I don’t want to become entangled in, and there are people and situations that I really prefer to avoid. The biggest issue I face while awake, though, is trying to determine just what and who those situations and people are. It seems so clear to me while I’m dreaming, and yet when awake, the details of the dreams are muzzy and unclear, which leaves me wondering just who I need to avoid—is it someone at work? Or is one of the projects going to cause me problems and upheavals? Is it merely a lesson that I need to learn, or is it truly a situation that is best avoided if my life is to continue on the path best suited for achieving my soul’s goals.

OnDreamsCover_Smashwords_withtextWhile I’d like some more meaningful answers to help me decide just what I need to do or not do, I do so wish that nightmares would end so that I could get some restful sleep. I understand and appreciate when my inner self needs to communicate with my waking self; however, sometimes the messages just don’t seem to make sense. There are just some times when a different means of communication are needed, and this is one of them. The nightmares are doing little except creating havoc with my sleep cycles and leaving me sleepy and irritable. It would be so much better if my inner me could just whip out a pen and paper and write a note in plain and simple words that I could then read and act upon.

As it is, whatever it is my inner self is trying to warn me about, will probably occur simply because I’m too sleepy and tired to see it coming.

Posted by: TA Sullivan | April 23, 2013

So disappointed…

cloud-atlasI really wanted to like it. I’d heard so much about it, and it sounded like just like my type of book—all about the intercomplexities of relationships and the connections we all share as we move from one life to another (sometimes referred to as past and future lives). Add to that the odd title, Cloud Atlas, which sounded decidedly fantasy-like or science fiction, and I just knew it had to be great.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t have been more wrong. After waiting for it to become available from the library (thank goodness I didn’t waste my money on a copy), I dove straight into the first chapter and landed with a crash.

The author used the literary device of writing as if in a journal for the first section. And while that could be considered clever and somewhat unique, it was instead, boring and lifeless. There was no character development; everything was flat and one dimensional. The author told us in short snippets about absurdly boring details of the day, but didn’t allow us to actually experience or feel these details. We were told that the journalist was hurt at someone’s attitude, or affronted, or embarrassed, but without the accompanying illustration as to why, the words meant little, and left me feeling uncaring as to what the journalist felt, saw, or did. When the section ended abruptly in the midst of the journalist’s sentence, I was relieved. It hadn’t been all that interesting, but I had forced myself to continue reading in the hopes that the writing style might improve, and that I might actually glimpse a bit of story buried within the dreck.

The next section wasn’t much improvement. Instead of a journal, we now had letters being written by some other person of no relation to any of those mentioned in the journal. These letters were sent to someone we don’t know and know nothing about, and there are no replies from this unknown recipient. It was like having a short story (a very boring short story) end abruptly, so we could start on a new short story with new characters, in a new locale, and in the midst of some drama that we are (as of yet) unfamiliar with. Toward the end of this tale, we finally get the connection to the journal: the letter writer has found the journal amidst several of the books and has decided to read it. (How wonderful for us.)

The next section was actually written without a device. Yet, unfortunately, the characters were still lacking any depth or interest, and seemed totally lifeless. I was not in the least upset that he was killed or that those same villains were now after her. The tempo and the plot of this short story were well done, but the characters were not. The best thing I can say for this section was that I finally found out that the name, Cloud Atlas, referred to a piece of classical-type music written by one of the characters in the letter writing section, and had nothing to do with some futuristic city, as I had thought.

With that question answered, I felt no obligation to continue reading any further. I had completed more than half the book, and had little desire to force myself to endure any more.

Will I watch the movie? I don’t know. Perhaps, this is one of those instances where the movie is actually better than the book. Legally Blonde was like that—the book was impossible, yet the movie is quick witted and well-acted. So, maybe I’ll at least give the movie a try…who knows, it may actually be good.

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