When I read the books, the "magic" in my mind is rather "pregnant" with possibility.
I conjure up some open ended, exciting visuals and then keep moving on. The possibilities are still hanging, ripe with potential.
When I see the films, the "magic" is encapsulated in scenes, which have an ending. A little too *there it is, that's it, it's done*....you know what I mean?
I still really like the films, but the boundaries on them are a little annoying. There's still lots of potential in my mind's eye.