Posted: July 22, 2013
Learning that your favorite book is going to be made into a movie evokes a whole lot of joy, mitigated by a whole lot of terror. It's a blood-chilling question to ponder: "What if the director strays from my own, highly personal interpretation of the source material?"
Now my cherished Ender's Game is getting polished for its silver-screen adaptation, and I find myself feeling squeamish about seeing it -- but not for the usual reason.