Requiem for a Dream

This is the post where I was going to write something insightful about having finished the book Requiem for a Dream. Having read the book, I now feel so broken inside that I'm not capable of coherent thought or analysis of the themes on the book. Some might argue that I'm not normally capable of coherent thought, and they might be right. To make up for the fact that I can't write anything meaningful, I'm just going to ramble. This book and the movie by the same name are actually an exception to the rule that the book is always better than the movie. I think in this case, they play perfect complement to one another. Once I finished the book, I decided I should watch the movie again. I couldn't do it. I got about half way in, and the foreboding sense of doom that surrounded every character made me turn it off. Maybe I can try again on a nice sunny day with nothing sharp laying within reach.