I recently read The Help by Kathryn Stockett. It was one of those rare moments where I decided to read a book after watching it’s movie adaptation, and I still enjoyed it. After finishing the book, I started to wonder why I prefer to read books before watching their movie adaptations.
I think the preference stems from my dislike of re-reading books. I don’t get the same satisfaction of reading a book I know all the twists or surprises of as I do reading a book I go into blindly. The concept carries over to watching the movie before the book. There’s no intrigue when I know everything that is going to happen before it happens.
Why should I spend my time reading a book in which I know what happens already when I can be reading about a new story? I’m aware that books offer details that their movies fail to include or change completely. However, I’m a slow reader
(a truly tragic quality for a book lover like me), so I need to be selective with which books I allot time to. I don’t mind watching the movie if I read the book before and enjoyed it because I’m not investing as much time. At that point, the movie is like a nice recap of what I read.
Also, I must confess that I get a kick out of being able to say that I read the book before watching its movie. I apologize – it’s the blasted hipster part of me.
It’s because of this preference that I haven’t finished reading classics like Harry Potter
(I’ve been on the fifth book for almost five years — don’t hurt me, please) or The Chronicles of Narnia. Maybe one day when I have more time or interest, I won’t mind reading all the books I’ve disregarded because I had already watched their movies. Until then, I’ll stick to my hipster, plot-twist junkie ways and read the book before indulging in its movie.