Still haven't read the book. Loved the movie. First watched it at point in my life when I was really down--spring break of my last undergrad semester, getting rejected by writing programs left and right, without real-world plans, so I get hammered on a Wednesday night and watch the film. Aside from it's awesome/funny/sad/wonderfully-executed goodness, it filled me with a sort of peace. Which sounds ridiculously lame, I'm sure. Still, whenever I watch it again, it leaves me feeling like everything might be okay as a (possible less-than-impressive physical specimen of a) writer. But, anyway, I drunk-dial everyone I know at about one in the morning, spread the love around and get loved in return, figure out I'll have a life beyond that moment. The next morning, though, I find out I got into my first-choice grad program, so I got to extend that portion of my life, but, damn. That movie. Saved my life for a good twelve hours.