Hamnet, the novel

Thinking about it, I am not sure there are too many 

movies that I have seen and also read the novel.  Having seen the Henry Fonda 1940 flick The Grapes of Wrath, I have almost finished the Steinbeck novel, not quite.

In college, PBS broadcast a series of BBC Shakespeare plays.  Most of those I had read in my first year back in college from the Navy.  I would follow along with my Collected Works book while viewing some of the Bard's comedies and tragedies. Shakespearean English is simply a precursor to modern English, but retains nuisances of its Middle Ages ancestor.

I am struggling to finish the last 20 pages of Hamnet.  Having seen the movie twice, my reaction to the final scene was visceral, a scene in which Hamnet's mother Agnes watches her husband's Hamlet and finally understands her husband's grief at the loss of their son.

The book cannot produce the same emotion of a movie.  But I know what is coming in these last 20 pages.  So, I hesitate to finish. 

In the movie, Agnes was clearly and outwardly touched by the death of Hamnet.  William seemed to hold it all inside until he was able to produce Hamlet.

I can understand both.