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 ...
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In January, as I trudged through mountain snow between theaters to catch what I could at Sundance, I kept tabs on my phone, trade alerts pinging every few hours with the latest deal-making news: what's hot, what's not, what's selling, who's buying. This was the year Me and Earl and The Dying Girl ...