So Lord of the Rings:
I’m sure you’ve all heard of it. It’s rather popular, and has been around for a while. 😉
I read The Hobbit when I was about 8 or 9 and I loved.
So I decided to read the actual trilogy.
Halfway through The Two Towers, I quit. I couldn’t take it any more. After that, I swore never to read them again. I actually hated them, because they were so boring. I didn’t even remember what about them I didn’t like; I just knew I didn’t like them.
So when one of my friends suggested watching the Lord of the Rings movies, I was skeptical. Lord of the Rings? Really? But, I figured, I was older, maybe I’d like them.
I LOVED the movies. I watched the extended versions, and someone else I knew had complained about the extended version, saying it had too many dramatic shots of them walking and not enough action. I didn’t find that at all. I actually bought part of the soundtrack because it was so cool.
And since I loved the movies, I decided to give the books another try. I was about to go to DC for 10 days, and I knew I would have plenty of time to do nothing but read, so I borrowed them from a friend and started in. Again.
I really liked the first two books. I loved comparing the books to the movies, seeing what they did differently, and how it affected the plot. The language got a bit clunky and old-fashioned, but it was bearable, because I was in the right mindset.
And then I came back home. And I came out of the mindset. I’m still maybe barely a third through The Return of the King. But I have hope. Some of my favorite parts from the movies are still before me. I hope to finish it by the end of the month (I’ll let you know). But for now, I wonder if the best parts of the trilogies lie behind me, and if I’ll feel satisfied when I finally come to the end.
I hope I will.
And I really want to see the movies again.