Normally, I’m a staunch read-the-book-before-the-movie kind of gal. I like the depth and nuances of the story and characters in written form without the constraints the film format puts on them. For me, the deeper understanding makes up for the lack of suspense or surprise in already knowing what should happen next while sitting in the movie theater or on my sofa. However, there are a number of stories where I saw the film first and was so intrigued I had to find them in my favorite storytelling form—the written word.
- Fight Club — One of my favorite movies, and it sent me straight into my first introduction to Chuck Palahniuk’s stories. Unique writing style, but, yum, his lines. Genius. Oh, and Edward Norton.
- Silence of the Lambs — My favorite villain, movie and film, bar none. I remember walking out of the theater thrilled, scared, creeped out. I needed to know more, to experience Dr. Lecter in the kind of depth the written word could provide. I read the book and fell deeper under his thrall.
- No Country for Old Men — Another writer I was hesitant to try, having heard both raves and pans of Cormac McCarthy’s writing and style. Seeing the movie helped with the dialect, or phonetic style, of writing. Took my little editor heart a while to get used to the punctuation eccentricities, but the flow and characters and story are superb.
- The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo — One of the rare instances I didn’t like the book as much as the movie. After seeing the film, I attempted the book, but the ongoing description of unimportant details, like pages and pages about one street… Couldn’t get through it.
- Twilight — I went to see the movie because a friend of a friend was involved in making the film. The idea of a vampire in love with a human with blood designed to make him insane intrigued me. Still does.
Which do you prefer? Seeing the movie or reading the book first?
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I’ve lived in the suburbs of the Mid-West, desert of the Southwest, and foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Since moving to an island in the Puget Sound with my husband and dogs, I’ve learned to play a mean game of 5-stand, catch squid, clams, shrimp, and crab. Good thing I like shellfish.
Author of the paranormal romance Wraith series published by The Wild Rose Press.
Infiltrating an international drug cartel is the dangerous chance of a lifetime for Asher Beaulieu of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Falling in love while running the op isn’t part of the plan, but he never had much use for plans anyway. Shrouded in deception and surrounded by temptation, his charmed life explodes in betrayal and tragedy.
DEA Special Agent Emmaline Justice is determined to be recognized for her work, not her sex. She doesn’t have time for an intriguing, wounded RCMP inspector. When the contacts she cultivated over long months of an international undercover investigation keep showing up dead, Emma must use her instincts as both an agent and a woman to determine Beaulieu’s role in the case and in her life.
One woman tore him apart. Another is brave enough to put him back together—if his past doesn’t kill him first.
A number of people filled the courtyard, either finishing a workout or getting ready to train. Jim stood a short distance away, stretching against the wall of the building with his head—topped with the dark cap—bent between his arms. Ah, the perfect opportunity to get payback for the takedown he’d laid on her. Emma crept up behind him and moved to the side to get a good angle. He looked bigger in sweats, taller and much more buff. What she’d thought was a little paunch in his loose shorts proved to be broad, hard muscle in the clinging sweatpants and T-shirt. Who knew he had such great shoulders? Or such a spectacular ass? She jerked her eyes away, mortified she’d ogled his behind and even more shocked at the tingle of awareness—sexual awareness—over Jim, for crying out loud.
Embarrassment put more force behind the sneaky kick than she intended. She checked her swing, but the blow never even got close. Somehow, he spun and blocked as she let her foot fly toward his side, knocking her leg away with his wrist. In the next second, he shoved her against the block wall and held her in place with his forearm across her throat. Emma stared, shocked, into Inspector Asher Beaulieu’s angry blue eyes.
Her first thought was thank God I was turned on by him and not Jim. What a great ass. The second was oh, shit.