by Thomas Harris
I suppose this is an example of why you should always read the book before you see the movie. Harris’s Lambs is intelligent, suspenseful, and clearly one of the better serial-killer novels. Yet in my Hollywood-influenced mind’s eye, F.B.I. trainee Clarice Starling has morphed into Jodie Foster, malevolent Hannibal Lecter is Anthony Hopkins, and every dramatic chapter is accompanied by images from the film. But kudos to Harris, because even though the book holds no surprises for anyone familiar with the movie, it’s still a gripping read.
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