I also read The Tale of Despereaux, by Kate DiCamillo, on the beach last week. This Newberry award-winning (children's, fairy, morality?) tale was a quick read at 264 pages, but it certainly had many adult themes thrown into the mix . . . that, and a lot of rats and mice.
I hear they also made this book into an animated movie, which makes sense. It's tough to find a mouse that can act . . . I mean, really act. Most mice get typecast very quickly these days and end up with small, insignificant roles. Oh sure, a few break out and get leads in high-pitched Broadway musicals, but for the most part, their voices don't carry well to the big screen. That's why most mice end up committing suicide in traps . . . they just can't catch a break and end up living under the sink or something. What a life! Hollywood should really do something about this stigma and try to break it. Actually, it's discrimination.
In fact, I'm so pissed right now, I'm calling a producer. Is Matthew Broderick still in New York?
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