"My Sister's Keeper" is coming soon to a theater near me. The novel was one of the most heart-wrenching books I've ever read, right up there with that one Sweet Valley High saga that told the story of the Wakefields over several generations. There was something about that Young Adult novel that really turned my faucet. Anyway, in honor of "My Sister's Keeper" coming to theaters, there was an article about the author, Jodi Picoult, in the NY Times today. And the article ended with these two sentences:

"In so many of her books children seem like more work than most ordinary people can handle. If Picoult's fiction means to say anything, it is that parenting undoes us perhaps more than it fulfills, and it makes a thousand little promises it can never keep."

Man oh man. It is very true of her work, but is it very true of life? So many of Picoult's characters have children that they cannot handle or partially do not want. So many mothers abandon their babies in search of an easier life. And, as I enter the final year of my twenties, the year in which I hope to make a baby, I can't help but see these two sentences and think, "Am I fooling myself? Is there something to be learned in the fiction of Jodi Picoult?"

Probably not. I think, at moments, I may be talking myself out of this whole "thing" out of fear that something's going to go terribly wrong, or terribly right. So, reading those two sentences gave me pause. Yet again.

In other movie news, I watched a documentary over the weekend called "Helvetica." It's about the font, Helvetica. I'm not sure why I chose to watch it in the first place- it sounds terribly boring, doesn't it? In fact, it was wildly interesting. So interesting, that I'm eagerly awaiting the movie about Times New Roman that is coming out sometime next year. You think I'm joking. I'm not.