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I read the graphic novel in the library when I was about 11 I guess, and I have to say it fucked me up good and proper. I've never read it again or watched the film, and I'm not really sure I could.
I spent months after, worrying about the approaching nuclear war, and thinking about me and everyone I'd ever known dying so horribly pointlessly for months, and refusing to tell my parents why I was upset, because my Mom had told me I shouldn't read the thing yet, having quite wisely decided I wasn't ready for it, and I thought I'd be in trouble for doing so while she wasn't watching.
Really, really powerful stuff, and probably worth a look or read, but I'd highly recommend having loved ones and nice things around to ease the sense of horror afterwards. |
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