Books Vs. Movies
I wrote in an earlier post about literature and schools, and it got me thinking about all of the movies out there that have been made into books. Which is better, the movie or the book, has been a debate that I have encountered more than once…and in response to those debates, I’ve collected a few books that surpass the movies.
The Beach, by Alex Garland.
White Oleander, by Janet Finch.
Someone Like You, merged with That Summer, by Sarah Dessen. (These two books turned into How to Deal with Mandy Moore)
And while I bring up Mandy Moore, A Walk to Remember, by Nicholas Sparks.
Now, for book/movie series
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy by J.R. Tolkien
The Harry Potter books, by J.K. Rowling
For those of you who like something a little lighter,
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl
More girly?
The Devil Wears Prada, by Lauren Weisberger
A bit more action packed?
Fight Club, by Chuck Palahunik
Science Fiction?
La Plantete des Singes, by Pierre Boulle (Better known as the film adaption Plant of the Apes)
Why is this the case? Why is it that I strongly feel that the books are better than the movies (And yes, I can vouch for them all.) Because the imagination is wild. Without the restraints of movies, there are no predecided ideas, and it is possible to take a place, a person, an object, and make it look however you want. The imagination can stretch things beyond reality, whereas the movies show you how it is, and give no room for interpretation.
The imagination is our gateway out of reality, and we can make it into whatever we want.
