I have always been amazed by Tolkien’s way with words. It’s like every letter, every word, every sentence, and every phrase has a magic spell locked in it.There seems to be no dullness with how he writes; there’s excitement in every chapter and it’s like in his world, the noun boredom does not exist.
I never got to watch all three movies, and I have always wanted to read the book. I made lots of excuse for not reading it before, but now that I’ve finished it I can say that I enjoyed every bit of it.
There’s always this reader sentiment of how the book is always better than the movie. However, my feelings regarding that matter is quite ambivalent. Since I watched the Lord of the Rings film prior to reading the novel, the way I imagined and pictured the book have been dictated by what I saw in the film. Regardless, I enjoyed the best of both worlds – Tolkien’s creativity was given justice by Peter Jackson’s imagination.
I’m not going to make a summary of the book since most people probably already know what happened from the film version. But you really should know these spoilers/bubble bursting film versions – Legolas wasn’t there, and there wasn’t an elf-dwarf thing happening (really sorry guys).
If you want to experience Middle Earth for real you can click here to check my reblog post about Hobbiton.
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