Here is one post that proves how seeing a movie first can ruin an experience. I have not read the book, even though I have loved her work my entire life. I graduated from the same college, am a rare Southern Catholic, and think Flannery O’Connor was the best. We would have a lot in common if O’Connor were alive today. I think seeing the movie ruined it for me.
The movie was filmed in my hometown and included at least one person I know fairly well. Even then, I did not care for the movie because it was so very strange. Is the book that off-beat?