Back in the day (2016), I wrote a post about whether books should be adapted or not. It turned up in my views the other day, giving me pause for thought because I had already decided I wanted to do this tag.
Reading through it, I realised it was more of a rant than anything else. I had picked examples of when adaptions had been done poorly and ruined a favourite book. Well, I say ruined, I just pretended the film/show didn’t happen.
But when I saw this tag on DreamlandBookBlog, I started thinking about it again. It stuck with me. But despite my earlier misgivings, I have to admit there are a few books/series that I think would look incredible on the big screen.
Synopsis: They killed my mother. They took our magic. They tried to bury us.
Now we rise.
Zélie Adebola remembers when the soil of Orïsha hummed with magic. Burners ignited flames, Tiders beckoned waves, and Zélie’s Reaper mother summoned forth souls.
But everything changed the night magic disappeared. Under the orders of a ruthless king, maji were killed, leaving Zélie without a mother and her people without hope.
Now Zélie has one chance to bring back magic and strike against the monarchy. With the help of a rogue princess, Zélie must outwit and outrun the crown prince, who is hell-bent on eradicating magic for good.
Danger lurks in Orïsha, where snow leoponaires prowl and vengeful spirits wait in the waters. Yet the greatest danger may be Zélie herself as she struggles to control her powers and her growing feelings for an enemy.
Synopsis: In this season, Nick and Adalind (Claire Coffee) return home with their newborn baby Kelly. Nick tries to balance his responsibilities and powers with the help of Monroe (Silas Weir Mitchell) and Hank (Russell Hornsby) to save Rosalee (Bree Turner) when she suddenly goes missing.
I’ve enjoyed the
beauty-style posts that I’ve done over the last couple of months, so figured I’d
try a third.
I’m getting better at looking after my skin on a daily basis, but there’s no denying the treat of a face mask a few times a week. Whether you want a deeper cleanse or a thorough moisturise, using one makes me feel more refreshed than a wash or even an exfoliator.
Synopsis: I’ve never crossed their little fenced-in garden, of course. I stand on the sidewalk in front of the fern-and-ivy-filled planter that hangs from the fence—placed there as a sort of screen, I’m sure—and have a direct line of view into the kitchen at night. I’m grateful they’ve never thought to install blinds. That’s how confident they are. No one would dare stand in front of our house and watch us, they think. And they’re probably right: except for me.
When his parents are murdered
and his sister taken by raiders, Corin an Fol’s world crashes in on him. Wild
and willful, he joins the elite Wolf Regiment but swiftly falls foul of its
swordmaster, the brutal Taskala.
The regiment becomes embroiled in a vicious civil war between the sultan of Permio and rebel tribesmen. Corin, caught in the treacherous power play between rival factions and corrupt leaders, struggles to survive. Torn between his quest for vengeance and growing hatred for the sadistic Taskala, Corin has to intervene when the woman he loves becomes the latest target of Taskala’s wrath.
This is a difficult post
to write. It’s personal, and it runs the risk of making me sound insane. It’s
been dwelling on my mind and I’m hoping exploring my feelings will help.
I miss myself.
Or, rather, I miss who I
used to be.
Let me put this in context.
I’ve been a writer for years: blog posts, novel work or fanfiction, I could churn out 5,000 words a day easily. It was my escape – nothing gives me a greater thrill than forgetting time, sitting down with my laptop and losing myself.