I have always been inclined more towards films maybe because I love the surprise element that there is to it, so unexpected and then it just blows your mind but I also get the craze for books as it gives one the space to create their own world and films limit that. The frustration when one reads a book and watches the adaptation and it turns out to be so different is antagonizing. Joe Wright’s Atonement according to me is the one film adaptation that actually turned out to be so beautiful, the beach at Dunkirk, the revolutionary green dress, it is one of those films that makes you feel cultured for watching it and that exactly is the problem. Ian McEwan’s novel was so emotionally fulfilling, the main turning point of the book wasn’t what happened to Robbie and Cecilia but what the ending revealed that whatever my emotions went through while reading the book was someone’s art of fiction, someone’s attempt to repair through what was destroyed through lies.…