
So we finished reading the Tale of Despereaux this morning and Niel, the children and I all went to the earliest matinee. There we were. The long anticipated moment: huge popcorn tub in lap, soda enough to use as a serious doorstop, and a candy necklace around the dear children's throats. And they had well earned it. They sat every evening since Christmas day and listened to their mother read 275 pages of a virtuously pictureless novel. I had read a few reviews before we went and they were fair: B, B- (and even a 'D', but I was the sure the critic on that one was not privy to the fact it was a children's movie, and not a social commentary.) Come on, how can you give a kids show a 'D'? Well, there was The Land Before Time 1, 2, 3......and 17, but that is another blog entry all together. Back to the point at hand. The movie was alright. I won't spoil it for anyone out there with a strong desire to go, I'll just say this, the book was better. The book IS ALWAYS better.