book vs. adaptation

[burntcopper]

Reading Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South. Partly in a challenge to self to see if I can make it through a classic C19th novel that I love and adore the adaptation of. (Dickens, I can't get past the first page without chucking it across the room in exasperation with his sodding bogged-down prose. Austen, I never seem to get past the first page

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[eruvadhril]

The main thing I remember about reading North and South is wishing they'd shut up about God for five minutes at a time and get back to the plot. One afternoon I was reading it in a (quite full) lift on the way down to lunch, and another lady noticed me reading.
HER: Oh, North and South?
ME: Um, yes?
HER: What do you think?
ME: The story's good.
HER: Have you seen the TV series, by any chance?
ME: Yes!
HER: THORNTON, OH MY GOD.
ME: OH, I KNOW!
We suddenly seemed to have a lot more space around us. I can't think why.

[xenaclone]

I remember having to wade through one of Gaskell's tomes for my degree. The hero didn't even kiss the heroine till the last page. Like that was typical of Victorians [eyeroll].

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Jeremy Northam...oooh, yes. He pretty. I fancied a guy a lot like him in school who is probably a relation, as they share the same surname and come from the same part of England. Latter fella didn't know it, but he could have seduced me like that [GGG]. Kisses = 15 out of 10. Yeah, that good [swoon].