I am the kind of book nerd/enthusiast that very rarely watches movie adaptations. It is not because I am pompous or a nonconformist, it is simply because I enjoy books way more than I enjoy movies. Just ask my husband, who gets so tired of me saying that I’m not in the mood to watch movies. I am very adamant about at least reading the book before watching the movie adaptation, if I decide to watch it at all. But when it comes to Alice in Wonderland (book titles Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass), I have to make a major exception.
I first read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (as an adult) last summer, when my husband was taking a Children’s Literature class and was assigned this book. I read it in a few hours and was baffled by the time I reached the end. Well, maybe not baffled, but thoroughly confused. I had no idea what happened. So I watched the Disney version of the movie and was left giddy by it’s magic and all-around cuteness. This time around, I read it again, as well as Through the Looking Glass, and was again left confused and rather annoyed that I just didn’t get it. So the aforementioned hubby and I watched the new version of the movie and just fell in love with it. I must insert a disclaimer that I think the new version strays a bit from the books and might have left a bitter taste in some readers’ mouths, but I utterly enjoyed it.
I find it embarrassing to admit, but I will never again read or recommend these books. Maybe it’s because I’m bitter from not understanding the concepts, or maybe it’s because I don’t necessarily care for fantasy books, but either way, this experience has left me sad. The end.
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Through the Looking-Glass
by Lewis Carroll
Originally published in 1865/1872