I walked out of a movie the other night.
The movie was The Kite Runner, based on the book by Khaled Hosseini. My sister invited me to see it with her at the Little, Rochester’s independent movie theatre. She’d read the book: I hadn’t, and I refused to let her talk about it because I wanted to be surprised. I was.
(Spoiler warning: you might wish to stop here if you want to be surprised, too.)