I finished reading Neil Gaiman’s Stardust recently, and like any good fan also went to see the movie when it came out. (Oddly enough, this is the only story of his I’ve read twice, if one doesn’t count short stories.)
First time I read the book, Stardust didn’t thrill me that much. One of my lesser-liked books of Neil’s. (Apparently, according to my 2005 book list, I read it about two and a half years ago.)
The movie on the other hand, I loved dearly and can’t wait to get the DVD and watch it again. It was so much fun, so magical.
I thought to myself, if I liked the movie so much, why didn’t I care for the book? Which is why I decided to read Stardust again. My conclusion: it must be Neil’s writing style. While reading it I would feel sort of ho hum and wonder what book I was going to read next. But when I would imagine parts of the book as the movie
[edit, January 3, 2009:] … What the heck? What happened to the rest of this entry? Did I not write it? Did WordPress or my server lose it? I probably wanted to say that the story … came alive. But I don’t remember what else I was going to say.