Why is it that so many literary adaptations are so horrifying? Not all of them, but many. I understand that when adapting a book to the stage, screen, or television, some changes need to be made. Sometimes this is done deftly, and the changes are scarcely noticed. For example, the Harry Potter films have been rather well-adapted.

The 1985 Anne of Green Gables movie was a very nice adaptation. However, the two following films drift farther and farther afield. I had a hard time watching the Anne the Sequel film, though it was enjoyable. I don't think I will ever bring myself to watch the "Continuing Story". (Hello? Chronology! It's Anne's youngest daughter who is busy growing up and finding romance in WWI. Anne is a middle-age woman by that time.) I've also never watched any of the Road to Avonlea episodes, which seems loosely based on The Story Girl, The Golden Road, and an assortment of L. M. Montgomery's short stories. They are probably well done, but I can only take so much.

So today I discovered that there was a TV series made of Emily of New Moon and I was a little bit excited, though also very leary. Judging by the episode list I am right to be leary. Yikes! Honestly, when you have such wonderful source material, why would you take such a 180 away from it? Why bother having source material in the first place?