Books like this are too depressing. And the movie just made it worse. For this one, I was interested in the movie first because of the two main actors. I have a not-so-secret crush on James McAvoy (see earlier blog on Dune) and Keira Knightley is one of my favorites too. I will admit that I did not watch the entire movie (once the sister does her whole betrayal thing, I stopped). Interestingly, my brother watched the entire movie (totally not his thing), and told me what happened. I didn't want to read the book, but I wanted to know how it ended "for real" (I'm bad that way sometimes), so I read the last couple chapters. Not good. Writing a book with a happy ending does not count as atonement. All that does is make you look better. It doesn't change the reality that you ruined multiple people's lives because you were a vindictive, petty child. I would not have forgiven the sister either. I'm kind of Count of Monte Cristo that way, I think. :)
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