The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

April 2004

This was officially the first time I've read the Lord of the Rings, although it was actually read to me several years ago by Jeremy (but his sonorous voice kept putting me to sleep, so I think I missed out on big chunks of the story back then). I love the films, and now I love the books as well. In fact, I think you could safely say that I am Tolkien Fan (yet another feather in my geek cap). Reading the trilogy kept me busy for several months, and when I was finished, I felt rather sad to have to leave Middle Earth. It's such a richly imagined, incredibly vivid world that you can't help but become immersed in it. These books are heroic, they're tragic, they've got big stories and small ones, nobility and evil, beauty and fear. And while some of the notions in the books may seem archaic or dated, there are truths in there that transcend time, and it's those truths that make the The Lord of the Rings such a brilliant, enduring piece of literature.

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