The idea is delightfully simple: for 30 days, you post once a day in response to a book-themed question. That’s it. No essays, no footnotes, no need to summon the ghost of Shakespeare, just honest answers, curious reflections, and maybe a few cheeky confessions about your reading habits. I have decided to take part this year, and since I picked a month with 31 days (I know it would have made more sense to use a 30 day one) I am using March 1st to explain what I am doing.

Each day brings a new prompt: favourite characters, memorable endings, guilty pleasures, and the books that made you weep, rage, or fall in love with the written word. It’s a gentle nudge to celebrate your literary life, one post at a time.

So why not give it a go? Dust off your bookshelf, sharpen your wit, and join the challenge. Thirty days. Thirty questions. One slightly eccentric bookworm’s journey through the pages.

DAY 4. – Book turned into a movie and completely desecrated.

This one is almost too easy. It has lived rent‑free in my head since the day the film slithered onto our screens, wearing Stephen King’s name like a stolen coat.

Stephen King’s The Lawnmower Man A delightfully deranged short story about a man who hires someone to mow his lawn… only to discover that the “lawnmower man” is a naked, grass‑eating, animal‑devouring servant of an ancient god. He scuttles around on all fours, munches his way through the garden (and anything unfortunate enough to be in it), and eventually turns on the homeowner. You know, classic, unhinged Stephen King weirdness. A bit grotesque, a bit mythic, and absolutely nothing to do with computers, technology, or anything invented after 1975.

The Movie Version Then Hollywood came along and said, “What if we took this story… and didn’t use any of it?” Instead, we got a film about virtual reality, brain enhancement experiments, and a vulnerable gardener who becomes super‑intelligent before ascending into cyberspace like some pixelated demigod. It’s all wires, VR headsets, and early‑90s CGI that looks like someone fed a ZX Spectrum too much sugar.

The only thing the film has in common with the original story is the title, and even that feels like a stretch.

The Aftermath Stephen King was so appalled by the liberties taken (and by “liberties” I mean “complete abandonment of the source material”) that he took the producers to court to have his name removed from the film entirely. And he won. Which tells you everything you need to know.

It remains, to this day, one of the most spectacular examples of Hollywood taking a perfectly good story and booting it into the sun.