Saying that, when I realised that The Lost Boys had a novelisation, I was really, really keen to read it. Novelisations felt like, for the most part, cute re-tellings of the film rather than a serious literary counterpart. Saying that, absolutely everyone who watched the first five minutes of that film, with its ‘I swear…I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached’/’I’ll keep that in mind’ dialogue exchange would have sussed out the bad guy’s death right there and then. And this was in the days before internet spoilers. That’s how I knew Wesley Snipes got frozen and then had his head kicked off at the end of Demolition Man before I’d even seen the film. Still, they made for good speed-reading in my local WHSmith if, say the film version was certified above my level. I haven’t read many, mainly because the ones I have weren’t very good, or they just felt like flat readings of their infinitely more vivid cinematic inspirations. Now, we’re not talking about movies based on books. Or if you were a geek like me and watched all of a film, then at the end of the credits maybe. Anytime a big fat blockbuster was released, there was always an exhortation to ‘read the paperback’ at the bottom of the poster. I’ve noticed that they’re still around, but in the old days they seemed to be around a lot more.
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