The film had to face with a lot of difficulties in presenting all the main scenes to make the audience aware of the feelings of the main characters but in order to do not last forever they choose the most representative ones and decide to divide the book in two parts. The seeking of the horrocruxes that Dumbledore delegate to Harry before he died, and the last duel. At the end I believe the film makes a really good job to not change the story. But I am totally conscious that is difficult to present all the emotions that are inside the story.

The book presents the interior troubles that the main character Harry is dealing with and why he is sometimes vulnerable, while the film passes through really smooth with the feelings and sometimes presents him as an angry and obsessed boy, but if you do not read the book you can not fully understand some of the decisions of the main actor.

I personally prefer first to read the book and then see the film so you can decide which is better.

 

It is really hard to find someone who hasn’t read (or at least heard) the outstanding and iconic book of Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. The plot engages you from the very start — a man in a ship meets a strange dying man who turns out to be a fabulous scientific who claims having created a demoniac creature.

- Elvin JH

The plot itself is not that difficult to understand. The government of the United States want all the identities of the superheroes to have more control over them, Tony Stark (Iron Man) is agreeing with this, but Steven Rogers (Captain America) is against.

In the film and in the comic the reason why the government want to do this is completely different. While in the movie this action happened because the series of action done in the movie Avengers: Age of Ultron, in the comics it happens because of an incident involving a group of rookie superheroes.

   I will hereby be talking about a most renowned book series and its TV adaptation. A Song of Ice and Fire, by George R.R. Martin, was adapted in 2011 to the HBO series A Game of Thrones. I am going to dabble in some aspects regarding both.

   Let us start with the books, the ones who pulled it all off. George R.R. Martin, as a writer, is a pearl. His incredible prose—which we see evolve throughout the five books—can instantly render the reader rapt and let the pages fly. It forces the beholder into a suspense thirst which can be only sated by the end. His characters are amazing and relatable, as well as the settings—though imaginary—he contrives. The books are a masterpiece of imagination and fantasy (though they do not indulge in either.) Overall, the five books are so enjoyable that it leaves you lusting for more.

   The TV series, now, is really something to commend. At first I was a bit skeptical about watching the series—I knew adaptations are most of the time detestable—but finally decided to give it a chance. And that was not a mistake. I immediately got captivated and mesmerized by HBO’s work and soon found myself halfway through Season 5. It manages wonderfully to sequester the audience.