Inside the snow globe of my father’s desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, “don’t worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He’s trapped in a perfect world.
‘My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973.’
The Lovely Bones is a tragic tale of a young girl’s murder, and follows how her family cope with her death as she watches them from heaven.
I strongly suggest that you read the book first, before attempting to watch the movie. Like most movies based on books, a huge section is always cut off. Thus most of the characters in the movie are portrayed incorrectly or have little part to play. As a result, my absolute preference would be to read the book first!
The Lovely Bones is beautifully written, yet disturbing. The book itself is not too depressing, and is a quick, light read. Although the ending did not satisfy me, the theme of love, grief and acceptance captivated me until the very end. I very much recommend this book.
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections – sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent – that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
If you are in need of a similar book, I strongly suggest: A Child Called It by Dave Pelzer. It is an autobiography; and it is more disturbing and depressing than The Lovely Bones. A box of tissues is advised!