Intrigued by Kate Winslet's Oscar victory, I finally went out this weekend to see "The Reader". The movie documents the brief romantic liaison between a teen-aged boy and an older woman in post-war Germany.
To define the meaning of one's life one must be willing to face the secrets in one's past. Our secrets can destroy us and those that are touched by us. Our pasts weave through the foundations of all. There lays the quiet beauty of "The Reader."