Title: Every Big and Little
Title: E C Moore
Genre: YA Romance
Book Blurb:
E.C. Moore’s young adult novel, Every Big and Little Wish, opens in late spring 1970. Sixteen-year-old Jacy Wilbert’s Mom got promoted, so her parents sold their Victorian home in California and moved to a townhouse in Oregon.
Torn away from the only home she’s ever known, forced to leave her beloved German shepherd behind, Jacy feels misplaced. Exacerbating an already terrible situation, her dad runs off with the bombshell real estate agent who sold them their townhouse. And, just when it seems things can’t get any worse, her mom loses the stupid job they left California for in the first place and begins to drown her sorrows with pink wine, night after night. Jacy’s caught in the middle, struggling to maintain a relationship with her AWOL dad while tolerating his annoying, much-younger girlfriend.
Missing old friends back in California, and feeling like an outsider, Jacy needs to build a new social life in a new school. Not the sort of girl to wait around for what she wants to come her way, she sets her sights on Neil Wilder, the best-looking boy around.
Everything changes when Jacy Wilbert knocks on the wrong door.
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About the Author
When Elizabeth’s not writing feverishly, you will find her out walking or sightseeing. She’s crazy about coffee, books, cooking, good wine, cairn terriers, miniature ponies, historical houses, tapas, and witty people.
She resides in a fifties bungalow in Southern California, with her creative-director, hubba-hubba husband, a yappy blonde dog, and one feisty Chihuahua.
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Elizabeth Moore on Book-to-Film Adaptions
Two of the best
book-to-movie adaptions have to be The
Godfather and To Kill a Mockingbird.
Two stinkers are The Great Gatsby and
Memoirs of a Geisha.
I love a good mob
story. With that said, The Godfather
is an entertaining book, but the movie is much better. It’s Artsier. Marlon
Brando at his best doesn’t hurt. The scene where he dies in the garden while
playing with his grandson will stay with me forever.
Blame my passion for
the film version of TKM on Gregory Peck in his prime, and Kim Stanley’s
excellent but uncredited narration. As the narrator, Stanley does a stellar job
of voicing Scout as an adult. The scene in the forest when Scout is being
chased barefoot in that ham hock Halloween costume is movie magic. To Kill a Mockingbird is sheer
perfection when it comes to adaptions.
Moving right along to
the dreck, I’ve heard it said that The
Great Gatsby is unfilmable, and history backs this premise up. Roger Ebert
wrote of the 1974 Robert Redford version: The
Great Gatsby is a superficially beautiful hunk of a movie with nothing much in
common with the spirit of F. Scott Fitzgerald's novel. I found the 2000 TV
version downright odd, who thought it was a good idea to cast Mira Sorvino as
Daisy? Buzz Luhrmann’s 2013 musical version has been called shallow, trashy,
and tasteless. Maybe Hollywood should give up on bringing Jay Gatsby’s tragic
tale to the silver screen. Maybe.
I had high hopes for Memoirs of a Geisha. Arthur Golden’s
stunning novel knocked my socks off, so impressed I read it twice. Sadly, the
lavish production did not deliver. The kimonos were the highlight.
Why do so many movie
adaptions of beloved books fall short? So much has to do with time. The scope
of some novels is just too vast and nuanced to condense down to 120 – 160 or so
minutes, consequently characters, plot lines, and many fine points get omitted
by the time the screenplay is complete. It makes more sense to turn longer
novels into series for cable. Are you listening, Hollywood?
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