So I just watched The Reader.
I always thought it was about taboo May-December romances. I like that I was wrong.
It was about love. Love lost and love found again and how the years in between never really change much except maybe to confuse you and make you question right from wrong. Throw in a little pained bitterness into the mix and you have the dilemma Michael, the protagonist, finds himself in.
This tore my heart into pieces, it did… all while making me swoon at the same time, too. Movies and mixed emotions, oy.
