Just finished reading Twelve Years a Slave by Solomon Northup. This book, written in 1853 by a man kidnapped in the North and sold into slavery in the South where he lived as a slave for some very harsh men for 12 years before finally being saved by one gentleman who risked his life in order to try and free Northup. Didn't know it at the time but just found out they are making this into a movie this year which will star Brad Pitt and Benedict Cumberbatch (who plays Sherlock Holmes in a recent TV series and also played the most recent Star Trek movie.) I'm very excited to see the movie when it comes out.
I like the book because it had a happy ending. Don't get me wrong...now and then I like a book that makes me cry. I love Jodi Piccoult when I really just want a good cry but deep down when I read a book I want a happy ending. I want to know that despite all the suffering and fear and awful things that happen it all ends right eventually. And the fact that this isn't fiction but a real life account of what he experienced makes it all the more happy at the end when he is at last reunited with his family after all the years of torture and hardship he endured. Makes me feel like no matter how bad my life gets it's not that bad and hopefully in the end it will all be OK again.
Also, there are some definite good and definite bad guys in the story. I like stories where you can clearly see the villians and the heroes. I like to hate that horrible bad guy and love that good guy who saves the day.
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