For better part of my life, I have been walking around telling the stupidest excuse for not reading the Lord of the Rings series.
I did it wrong.
Side note, why do I have so many stories about how I broke the rules or reading/writing/life, and got a horrible experience as a result? I should really figure that out and stop doing it. Seriously.
Anyway, I read the Lord of the Rings out of order.
Or, more accurately, I started reading the Two Towers, got confused and bored, set it aside, and never picked it up again.
BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW HOW TRILOGIES WORK.
To be fair, I was dumb partially because I was being a precocious ten year old who thought she knew how life worked, and figured she knew better than Tolkien what order you should read things in.
No fault to the series at all, but I set aside the Lord of the Rings for almost two decades.
I did see the movies when they were released, because I don’t think you were allowed to be a teen when they were released and not see them.
This is getting off track, but I swear I’ll get it to come around.
Speed forward to 2015, when I get this feeling like I don’t have enough on my plate, so why don’t I read these books that I’ve been needing to read for forever.
I don’t really know what to say.
I think ten-year-old-me ruined it forever.
I know that Tolkein’s ouvre is supposed to be one of the greats in fantasy land, but I really think I just ruined it.
While I enjoyed the familiar story, familiar characters, and all that, I just was not feeling it at all. I think I complained to my husband on a nightly basis that I really wanted these Hobbits to stop walking and just get to the end.
Because that’s what happens when you know the plot before reading something. It’s less interesting.
Also, was everyone else aware of just how cliche LOTR is?
I mean, does it count as cliche if you basically invent the cliche?
Anyway, good/evil, all that nonsense. Too much polarization, not enough nuance.
I think I wrecked one of the greatest series ever, because I did it wrong.