As a compulsive reader married to a compulsive reader, whose house walls are convex because of all the books inside, I can relate to these situations.
One of the “problems” is when a movie ruins a book you loved. For me, it was Tom Woolf’s “Bonfire of the Vanities.” Another one: “The Remains of the Day.” However, a movie I found far better than the book was “The Godfather.” And some books you simply cannot do justice to in a couple of hours: “David Copperfield,” “Ulysses,” and “Anna Karenina.”
What are your book “problems”? (See that use of quotation marks? It’s my way of saying I know these are not serious problems in the grand scheme of things. It’s a tickle in the ribs.)