Wild is a book I'd heard about on and off for the past few years. I was intrigued that a major theme of the book is her grief, having experienced it myself. However in the midst of writing articles, coping with family situations I never got around to it.
Even when Reese Witherspoon stared in the film adaptation I still hadn't got around. That was probably me dealing with my grief, or possibly not dealing with it to be quite honest. When Netflix, sent me an email notifying me that Wild was now available, I bit the bullet,. I poured a large glass of red, ripped into my Haribo starmix and pressed play. 5 minutes in I was hooked. I was so inspired by the story, both as a writer and someone who was experienced grief, I found myself in a state of amazement. As a reader and member of the audience I firmly believe that that any kind of adaptation, has to cut out pieces of the book to avoid a 4-5 hour film. I was almost marching into Waterstones to experience the original piece. Anyone who hasn't seen or read Wild, I would suggest doing so asap because the term tremendous doesn't quite do it justice.
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AuthorB.L. Sherrington is an aspiring author, penning a fantasy novel in between short stories and reviews. Archives
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