It’s rare that I see a movie after loving the book and enjoy, if not fantasize, about it afterward.

Of course, there are also movies I will never watch, just on the principle that it’s a favorite book (ahem, The Lovely Bones), but I was recently flipping through the channels while doing a bit of work and stumbled upon, then became completely entranced in the Sophia Coppola adaption of Jeffrey Eugenides’ The Virgin Suicides. Hands-down an all-time favorite book and hands-down, my favorite movie adaptation.

She was so true to the tone and feel of the story that I’m instantly sucked in (along with the music and casting) that made my buy the CD immediately too. And he (Eugenides) well, he’s a magic man.