William Trevor I still remember the very first time I put on glasses. Until then, for some time, I used to press my eyes, to see the speed signs properly on the road. While I was reading a book, sometimes I used to bring it too close to my eyes without even knowing. So when I went to the doctor, he gave me these glasses. And after that I found out, the world around me was not as blurry as it seemed to be! William Trevor, is just like my new pair of glasses, with power. Reading Trevor means I could see more. Those small letters, printed on the pages are able to paint lives with thousand of colours. Using the same old humans of this same old earth, he tells us brand new stories. Happy birthday, dear maestro.
(Public domain image) So, before I had to dive in into the mysterious moors of Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, I was thinking to watch a movie adaptation of it, just to get a heads-up about the story-line. Usually I don't do this. I am a proud member of the club called "the book was better". But because this book was meant to be read as a textbook, not entirely for pleasure, I chose to attack the story by all means I get my hands on. I searched for it in Prime Video, found three movies, one was made in 1939, the other two were in some later years. I'm not sure why, I chose to watch the 1939 version. Probably because, in the back of my mind, I was expecting it to be closer to the original novel. So I watched it, and then read the book. And found out that the movie cut off the entire volume 2 of the book! I was really disappointed. But at the same time, it felt good to know that the book shall be better, always. :)