A few months back I read the book The Lovely Bones. When reading it I was completely creeped out. There's something very disconcerting to me about a book where the narrator is a young girl who was murdered. The book was very good. It was overly descriptive giving me a very clear picture of what the writer wanted me to feel, almost see, and sense about the events taking place. To sum it up, The Lovely Bones was VERY well written.
This weekend I dragged my oh-so-significant-other to see the movie based on The Lovely Bones. I was UBER EXCITED! After liking the book so much I was amped for the movie figuring it was going to put all of those creepy feelings into "life" on the big screen. Unfortunately, it seems that I expected too much of the film. My significant other almost fell asleep. If it weren’t for my constant poking him in the arm, he probably would have had a nice nap. I'm lucky he still puts up with me after me making him sit through that movie.
I think this case is typical of most books made into movies. After liking a book so much and creating the scenes in my head, there really is no way to live up to the fantastic movie I made in my own mind while reading. I really hope I'm not the only one that has that problem!
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