Ah yes, books versus movies, the age-old debate. For generations, those with a preferred taste for books clashed with those with a preferred taste for movies. And all the meanwhile, lovers of both, (like me), mediated the battlefield.
I must admit, however, I used to exclusively be a book-lover. I had little to no interest in movies, and for that matter, hated the whole "going out to theaters" experience. I hated the scratchy fabric seats under my thighs (and the dirty cushion against the back of my head), hated the buttery smell of popcorn, and absolutely hated the oily feel of the theater atmosphere (which did not clash well with my oily teenage skin).
Yes, I was a crabby little hermit living under a rock; I rarely went out to see movies in theaters. I couldn't fathom why a person would want to attend a public lice fest when a person had the option of watching Netflix in the comfort of their own cozy home.
Since my "moving-hating" times, I am now happy to say I am no longer a recluse or hater of movies. In the past year especially, I've developed an appreciation, a fondness, you may call it, for the movie form. A particular friend of mine began dragging me out to new showings on the weekends, and my family turned trips to the movies as frequent family outings. When I had an hour or two to spare, they were dedicated to watching movies I'd previously missed in theaters.