I’ve always enjoyed reading the book after I see the movie. I’m never disappointed that way.
Like a flatiron applying heat, I smoothed over the inconsistencies between J.K. Rowling’s frizzy-haired, buck-toothed Hermione and the straight-haired, straight-smiling Emma Watson of the screen.
I saw The Fellowship of the Ring when I was seven; I read J.R.R. Tolkien’s trilogy in college. For me, Peter Jackson’s…
