So it’s been a good minute since I’ve ventured into the pinning down and pouring out my thoughts onto this blog (or anywhere else for that matter). To say a lot has happened in my life, and probably the lives of countless others would be an understatement to say the least. So welcome 2017.
I watched a ball drop, watched one of my favorite singing icons drown in “mishaps”, and yet again, pen my wishful resolutions to take shape in this bright and shiny New Year ahead….but at this very moment, as I sit here keying and taking in this extraordinaire thing called everyday life I can’t help but flash back to the blur that we called 2016.
As the days continue to tick onward regardless of where we find ourselves, each passing year I continue to hold onto one particular constant. My love of books. My beacon of happiness that I have come to find usually embedded within the pages of a good book. It’s amazing what joy, inspiration, or even just a simple distraction a good story can play, running rampant against the confines of mere pages….the colorful chalk outline of my clarity….
Over the last few years I can’t help but take note of the influx of best sellers to hit the big screen. Even network TV isn’t immune to the takeover of popular books. The invasion of these works to the big and small screen seems to be running rampant, undoubtedly in search of the next big thing to pull respective fan bases under the same spell that captured them as die-hard readers.
Now there have been more than a few box office failures and small screen cancellations, but does that truly diminish the magic that those well composed books created in the first place. For me, nothing takes the place of the creativity poured out over the pages of a good book, not even that of a work that has managed to tip over into film. So here I stand (or sit), torn as a reader/moviegoer. I’m a somewhat super fan of way too many book series to name. Yet I can’t help but be pulled into the intrigue of seeing some of my favorite works see the light of the big and small screens. And this is where my book and movie fandom comes into play.
Does a best seller need to be confined to the glorious pages of a book? Or should it be set free to transform into the interpretation of film magic?
Only a few days away until another best seller hits the big screen. This one in particular is headed down the familiar YA teen market eyeing big dreams of manifesting into mainstream success. It’s been a while since phenom franchises like Harry Potter, Twilight, and current heavy weight Hunger Games have swept tweens (and many parents) under their big-ticket spells. Now we have Divergent, delivered by best seller Veronica Roth, which is the current contender and seems to hold a vial of promise at reviving the Young Adult market. Yet given the growing number of box office failures of this genre lately, (which all shall remain nameless in this post) with many of the series that were poised as pure gold in pulling in its respective readers, many have spawned epic fails at delivering the same book magic to the big screen. As an avid reader as well as being a mom of two of todays youth not to mention a die-hard movie goer, I can’t help but wonder about the fizzle that keeps taking place as of late with these phenomenal tales that just seem to dwindle at the box office.
Could it be casting, lack of audience power, or maybe just the screen writers veering too far from the very plots and stories that initially captured, incited, and inspired countless fandom hearts alike? Whatever the rationale, reason, or case, I just couldn’t help but throw in my two cents on this ongoing YA bust manifesting itself on repeat. And I do so latching onto a sliver of hope at breaking the current YA blockbuster market slump soon. Readers and movie buffs alike desperately await your return.
Yet another one of my favorite book treasures from a phenomenal author was catapulted to the big screen this summer. I saw the movie rendition and was pleasantly surprised with how much I enjoyed seeing it play out on the big screen. Normally I’m a movie buff anyway, but not every book transitions well to the big screen, not to mention faring against blockbusters or garnering success and acceptance of broader mainstream audiences. Which seems to be the current case with just about any YA book to movie potential franchise of today.
In my opinion it seems as though with the exit of franchise powerhouses such as Harry Potter, Twilight, and currently reigning Hunger Games, that the YA market has seemingly hit its peak. I’m not sure if it’s the lack of audience or that the magnificence of books isn’t boding or transitioning well onto the big screen that is causing this decline. Whatever the case may be, I am finding myself hungry (no pun intended) for the next big thing to take readers by storm. My son had thought that the Percy Jackson series or the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books (both of which he adores) would take their place among the YA book to movie elites. Yet both book to movie franchises are questionable at the moment. So I guess I’m just trying to make sense of a YA market that appears to be on an unfortunate decline. The YA genre will forever be near and dear to my heart. And while I still dive in and welcome the delight to experience fresh new plots, storylines, and characters put out on the scene, I am not too caught up in that regard to notice that for the moment, it appears that the YA market seems to be a dwindling book to movie breed.
And for what it’s worth, I hope I am wrong about this. That it’s all in my imagination that this genre is dying out to mainstream audiences of today, and not a reality of what is to come.