she was the still point of the turning world.

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wow. so, i read the virgin suicides last night and today. and it was beautiful and heartbreaking, which was about what i expected. and then i just watched the movie, and it was also beautiful and somehow even sadder, and i'm not sure why. but my HEART, god.

i loved this passage from the book. the narration is in first-person plural, from the point-of-view of a group of teenage boys who are basically infatuated with the sisters at the story's center. they wound up with the youngest sister's diary, and upon reading it:

we felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. we knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn't fathom them at all. we knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job merely was to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

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That is one of my favorite books. Jeffrey Eugenides has such an amazing, poetic way with words. And I thought Sophia Coppola did an amazing job with the movie as well.