Dear John

Dear Hollywood,

Believe me when I say that this isn't easy. However, it has to be done.  I'm leaving you. There it is. I just can't live with the lies anymore.  For so long I trusted you, but now all that is gone.  Time and time again, you have let me down.  I was able to ignore the little things at first, the gross mischaracterizations of favorite characters, the small let downs when you claimed to portray my favorite books as authentic. Then you did something: you made Blood and Chocolate. I was so excited when you first told me, as you well know it is one of my favorite books by one of my favorite authors.  Then I saw the trailer.   I was hurt. How could you do that to me?  Where did you get

In Bucharest, Romania, the orphan Vivian was raised by her aunt after losing her parents ten years ago in the Rocky Mountains, Colorado. His family belongs to a bloodline of werewolves and Vivian is promised to the leader of the pack, Gabriel. When the American cartoonist Aiden, who is researching werewolves for his publisher for the next edition of his magazine, meets Vivian, they immediately fall in love for each other. However, the evil son of Gabriel and Vivian's cousin Rafe poisons Gabriel about the love of Vivian, forcing her to choose between her bounds with her family and her passion for Aiden?

That's not what that book is about! It's not even close! Where is the mom? Where is the high school? Where is the United States?! Where is the funny part where she dates a goth boy from high school who is infatuated with werewolves and she thinks it'll be a nice "surprise" to show him that she's a werewolf? That's some funny stuff! What is this crap that you tried to pawn off as a wonderful book?

Then you try to woo me back with Stranger than Fiction, Nanny McPhee, and even Miss. Potter (although I am well aware that many disliked his movie).

Maybe we can be friends. I'd like that.  We can maybe even meet for coffee from time to time.  So I'll be seeing you later.