I remember the first time I watched Gone With The Wind. I was mesmerized by Scarlet O'Hara, the burning of Atlanta, the sheer scope and size of the movie. I think I was about 12 the first time I saw it.
A few years later, I checked the novel out of the library. I was floored that the story-line differed so much from the movie. When it was all said and done, though the book was wonderful (Pulitzer, anyone?) I found I preferred the movie to the book.
I felt the same way when Hallmark made a movie from Julie Garwood's book For The Roses. Again, the book differed from the movie. Hallmark changed handsome, manly, hunky Harrison--the prototypical historical romance hero--into a nerdy little fop that had NO resemblance to the book's hero. The nerve! In addition, in the movie, they killed my favorite character off! This does NOT happen in the book. In this case, I preferred the book to the movie.
Then there are some book-to-movie stories that I think are fairly even, I love them both. Robert Parker's Appaloosa. Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove series, Tolkien's Lord of The Rings.
And I've come to the conclusion that my favorite version of a story tends to be the one I experience first. And if I have a choice of one over the other, I always want to read the book first. I guess I'm more of a 'word person' than a 'picture person.'
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