("semi-spoiler alert--skip this if you haven't seen it.)
Ender's Game was a movie I had to see because I'd liked the book so much. Although they left out the brother/sister subplot, they put everything else in...or at least, they tried to. As hard as they tried, they didn't quite get it across.
I was sorry not to see it, but there it wasn't. It takes true genius to draw in pictures what can best be told in words. It's nearly impossible to show--by face and words and even dreams--the tortured, twisted mind of a abused kid who fought only when he had to...and fought with the goal of making sure that the enemy was never able to hurt him again.
On a lighter note, I'm still stuck on Fables. The library seems to have them up through volume 15 or so, so it's easy enough to pick up a couple each time I stop by. This one,
Fables vol. 8 Wolves
...was sweet. You might even say syrupy. I didn't mind, but I did have to cover up an, "Ahhh" or two.
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