I try not to be that guy who gets upset when the movie is different from the book. Everyone hates that guy, particularly people who didn’t read the book and just want to enjoy the movie. But sometimes the adaptation is so god-awful that it turns us ALL into that guy, whether we want to be or not.
Look, it’s not like I need a twelve-hour movie adaptation that includes every last detail from the book, right down to the most minor of plot points. But it doesn’t seem like “a decent movie that stays true to the heart of its source material” should be too much to ask.
These, then, are the books that were so much better than their subsequent film adaptations that I want to ask the directors why they loathe me personally.