Normally, when a book has been made into a movie, I see the movie first, and if I love it, as I did in this case, I love the book even more. But that's not how it worked out in this case.

Anyone who knows me knows that I can only tolerate so much graphic language where the killing of animals is concerned. Where the movie did not include crude sexual language and innuendo, or all that much in-your-face animal killing, the book does. While most of the meat-eating readers won't be fazed by this, it was simply more than this cruelty-free reader could handle.

I made it to the end of Chapter Six and up to that point, I did very much like the descriptions of the feelings, emotions, reminiscences of the family's life in its varying stages and places. I love the premise of the story and wish I could have enjoyed the rest of the book; however, the last sentence of Chapter Six served as my warning that I would be in for much more of what I despise in life. Not something I'm looking for in a book I'd hoped to enjoy.