so, Joel and I went to see Hugo last night, and it was the most wonderful movie. It’s about this little kid who lives in the train station in Paris and he’s a tiny engineer and he becomes friends with a little writer and it’s so beautiful and such a good little story. I haven’t seen a children’s movie in the longest time, and this was a really good one. While we were walking home afterwards, Joel asked what it was called when children’s literature was meant for adults too and I just said, “It’s called good writing.”
It was wonderfully delightful and I highly recommend it.
