I cried so much reading Hamnet Maggie O'Farrell's film, I still remember that abyss: a hand reaching down my throat and placing a black hole in the pit of my stomach that throbbed as if it were about to burst. So before seeing director Chloé Zhao's recently released film adaptation eight Oscar nominationsThe expectation of a downpour was a ten out of ten on the stairs of my Plómetro (a reference to a popular Spanish TV show). And even more so, fueled by the marketing hype and my Instagram algorithm: lately I've been watching Jessie Buckley and Paul Mescal more than my parents. In the queue at the Verdi Park cinemas, at the preview organized by the publishers L'Altra and Libros del Asteroide for industry guests and the press, I confirm that we're all armed with a pack of tissues because everyone here has read the book. Will this be a good thing or a bad thing? We'll find out when we leave.