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One of my most favorite books of all time is now a series on HBO?! How did I not know this? Did I know this? I don’t think I knew this was happening.

Ahhhh!!! I’m so nervous to watch it!! It won’t be as good as the book. How dare it even try. I’m just gonna end up disappointed and annoyed. I mean, I just watched a trailer and already I am suspicious. Deeply. THAT IS NOT HOW IT HAPPENS IN THE BOOK.

But I can be mature about this. In my head, if I keep the book and the tv show as two wholly separate things, well, maybe it could be good? It will be difficult to keep myself from constantly comparing the two. Ugh. I need help. I really wish I could watch this with my best friend, who loved the book like me. it is easier braving these traumatic book-to-screen adaptations with a fellow traveler. But he’s gone and I’m here alone. So.

Okay. I’m gonna watch it. I have to watch it.

“The bright side of the planet moves toward darkness and the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour, and for me, now as then, it is too much. There is too much world.”