One of my favorite books is The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides and I have read it so many times, that the spine of my paperback is so horribly cracked and broken that random pages fall out. I should probably buy a new copy. I have always found the book to be one of the most beautifully written and descriptive pieces of literature I have ever read. It is haunting and stays with me long after I read the last line.
I own the movie version directed by Sofia Coppola and last night, I decided to watch it after going a long time without having seen it. It is nearly exactly like the book. Actually, I think this is one of the few movies that follow the book so closely. There are some things left out but for the most part, everything is there and it is just as beautiful and haunting to watch these five sisters on screen as reading about them in words. I have heard people complain that the movie is too slow moving and that the reason for the suicides are never explained but that's exactly how real life is. When a person takes their own life, the people left behind rarely understand it. It is a tragic story. It always is.
So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling... still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.