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Firstly, I'd like to direct your attention to "Squeaky Books", a blog run by the beautiful, or so she is in my head, Enna Isilee. She is celebrating her birthday with a grand contest that will last until Sept 22. For more info, please see her site for details.

The meat:

I've recently read on Shannon Hale's blog (authoress), and read some really good points on reading and writing. Unfortunately, others have been less then thrilled about it, but I am not going to go there.
In one of Shannon's post she wrote:
You're like the director of the movie, taking the raw words of a script and blowing them up into full color on the screen. To a large extent, a movie viewer is merely a witness to the story, but a reader is a participant in the story. This is what makes reading such a profoundly intimate experience, so unique reader-to-reader, and also so powerful.
Today, I thought of something, and I'm going to use an example to illustrate it. If, say, The Goose Girl were to be made into a movie, by Jim Goldmen(a fictitious director used to further illustrate my point) then I believe we would be witnessing Jim's own experience with The Goose Girl not our own, unless we had a similar experience as Jim with the book. I think that makes the whole book-to-movie thing all the more interesting to me. I've thought of it in something of that way. I'm seeing somebody else's interpitation of Nancy Drew, or Bridge to Terebithia, or (dare I say it?) Twilight. Now, sometimes, Jim might not have read the book in the same way as me or you, but that's okay. Because that is what make everyone unique, the world needs all kinds to make a world.

So now I may have written dangerous words, but hopefully you'll take my point of veiw with a grain of salt.

Comments

  1. What a shrewd observation! I think you're right. I never would have thought of it that way, so thank you for sharing this!

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  2. Not so dangerous. That makes a great deal of sense to me.

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