I've spent the past two evening engrossed in PBS's Tess of the D'Urbervilles which I borrowed from the library. I can't stop thinking about Tess and Angel wandering recklessly through the country side and taking shelter at stone henge, about the vivid green valley where the dairy farm lies, or about Sorrow's nettled grave. I read Thomas Hardy's, Tess of the D'Urbervilles a few months ago, but this movie truly re-animated my love for the novel. I rarely say this, but I believe that I actually got a keener sense of Tess' love and tragedy from the film than I did from the novel. I'm always so disappointed in "romantic" movies, they seldom satisfy me. The plots always seems to be sappy, predictable and thoroughly unsatisfying. This film however, may be one of the most deeply, beautifully, heartbreakingly romantic movies I have ever seen. Anyway, I need to find another book to absorb myself in. I've been reading The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton, but the story hasn't intrigued me yet. I bought a whole slew of Barnes & Nobles classics with a gift card, that ought to keep me out of reality for a while. Fiction after all is much preferable to reality :). Lately, I've been doing all I can to ward off the pains of disillusion.
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