Atonement, by Ian McEwan

Beautiful writing, excellent grasp of character and emotion. It’s not the sort of book I would normally enjoy (I tend to roll my eyes at “romantic”/haunted-by-the-past stories), but the skill that went into this novel made me respect it for what is was–a stunning and tragic look at life and its mistakes and regrets. We all try to solve or amend our pasts, but sometimes there is no atonement.

I guess this means I have to watch the movie now?