The Reader

“The Reader” makes me cry more than just about any other film I’ve ever watched. I should think I would enjoy writing an essay on the clinging nature of formative love, but I’m not sure if I’m prepared for that level of honesty.

Also when I do indulge in cinema, I do rather enjoy making use of the manner of speaking in the film as my own. This won’t last long, you have my word.

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