There are dozens of book adaptations coming out this fall, both promising and ridiculous ("12 Years a Slave" and "Adore," respectively. How could they do that to Doris Lessing?).
Book lovers may be wary of heading to the theatre unless they've already at least thumbed through the original work, but we think this sentiment unwise. You'll have to forgive us. We're about to go Benedict Arnold (or, you know, Fredo Corleone) on you: we have to admit that some movies are better than the books they're based on.
Don't get us wrong. We're not undermining the quality of these books. We're just expressing our immense joy over movies that are as nuanced as the authors' writing: