I can remember reading Ian McEwan’s Atonement like it was yesterday, even though it was really 2005 or 2006. I was living in my first solo apartment in Indianapolis, and I was sitting in bed devouring the thing, enthralled with McEwan’s evocative writing. I can remember reading the twist revealed at the end of the book (I won’t spoil it here!), then turning the page to continue on only to turn the page back in order to make sure I’d really read it right. And then I started crying like I’ve never cried over a book before or since. So my anticipation for the film version was quite high, and I was…