I didn’t go see the movie, because I was reading the book.
But I had been reading the book for a couple of weeks, and I got to page 33 or so. I’d read a page, half a page, two pages. I could not get into it. I found it was well written. I liked the dialog and the slang. It reminded me of the slave-talk in Gone with the Wind.
Somehow I cannot read this book. Many people can’t put it down. I am sure it is well done. It’s just that I can’t make myself care about a lot of women in the 1960ies talking about woman stuff.
I’ll rent the movie on Netflix when it’s out.