On Tuesday night I was lucky enough to snag myself four tickets to the advanced screening of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children.
I hadn’t read the book by Ransom Riggs, but I’d heard it was set to be an amazing adaptation. I’d always been a bit of a fan of Tim Burton‘s kookiness and the buzz around the office was that it was definitely a movie for the must watch list.
It’s safe to say I was busting to watch it.
I’d seen it being advertised on TV and was convinced it was a movie geared towards kids, so I suggested to my sister to bring my niece along.
It was all really last minute so I quickly Googled the rating which came back as PG-13*, and my niece is 7.
I told my sister she should maybe opt my niece out of this one and took my mum along instead.
Boy, would that decision save my sister a lot of sleep.
