But did you read the book ...

What can you say about a 25 year old girl who died?
If you want to find Cherry Tree Lane all you have to do is ask a policeman at the crossroads.
People do not give it credence that a fourteen-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father's blood but it did not seem so strange then, although I will say it did not happen every day.
Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.
The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail.
At half-past six on a Friday evening in January, Lincoln International Airport, Illinois, was functioning, though with difficulty
Garp's mother, Jenny Fields, was arrested in Boston in 1942 for wounding a man in a movie theater.
Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.
Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his daughter, who had tried to dishonor her.
Not long ago, there lived in London a young married couple of Dalmatian dogs named Pongo and Misses Pongo.
The drought had lasted now for ten million years, and the reign of the terrible lizards had long since ended.
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg, inventor of the cornflake and peanut butter, not to mention caramel-cereal coffee, Bromose, Nuttolene and some seventy-five other gastronomically correct foods, paused to level his gaze on the heavyset women in front of him.
At seven o'clock, the morning of the 26th of December, the S.S. Poseidon, 81,000 tons, homeward bound for Lisbon after a month-long Christmas cruise to African and South American ports, suddenly found herself in the midst of an unaccountable swell, 400 miles south-west of the Azores, and began to roll like a pig.
Corrado Prizzi's granddaughter was being married before the baroque altar of Santa Grazia de Traghetto, the lucky church of the Prizzi family.
A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard.
( Movie: Blade Runner)
My name is Ruth. I grew up with my sister, Lucille, under the care of my grandmother, Mrs. Sylvia Foster, and when she died, of her sisters-in-law, Misses Lily and Nona Foster, and when they fled, of her daughter, Mrs. Sylvia Fisher.
Harold Chasen stepped up on the chair and placed the noose about his neck.
Everytime he drove through Yorkville, Rosenbaum got angry, just on general principles.
"The success of a marriage invariably depends on the woman," Mrs. Greenway said.