An adaptation leads the cinema-goer to the original to find out what they're missing and if they already know the book, it can still illuminate a theme, a character, an idea.

Maybe we've grown out of each other.

To have had fame, even very minor fame, and to have lost it, got older and maybe put on a little weight is a kind of living death.

I love that sound,' he mumbled into her hair. 'Blackbirds at dawn.' 'I hate it. Makes me think I've done something I'll regret.

Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead?

I can't believe it's actually happening. This is independent adulthood, this is what it feels like. Shouldn't there be some sort of ritual? In certain remote African tribes there'd be some incredible four day rites of passage ceremony involving tattooing and potent hallucinogenic drugs extracted from tree-frogs, and village elders smearing my body with monkey blood, but here,rites of passage is all about three new pairs of pants and stuffing your duvet in a bin-liner.

She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.