The Lord Of The Rings: Book One

Hi again,

   After not giving a second thought to this blog for several months, I decided that it was time to step my game up and actually post something for my loyal readers. (Or, maybe more accurately, to gather some loyal readers :). Anyone reading this who know's anything about The Lord Of The Rings will probably have noticed and objected to the fact that I wrote 'The Lord Of The Rings: Book One,' instead of saying 'The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring.' However I have recently found that all three of The Lord Of The Rings novels were split into two smaller books, for a total of six books in the series. Yes, I do hear you critics sneer "Well then, why didn't you call the book by whatever It's real name is?" However, I couldn't be bothered to retrieve my copy of the book and find out for you, and my two-minute search for it on Wikipedia did not yield the answers either. And so in fact maybe the book is unnamed. However, I catch myself rambling on about nothing in particular again (I have a feeling in my gut that my first post was much the same), and so I feel that the time has come to actually get down to my review. I will, however, save you the summary of the plot. If you don't know enough about The Lord Of The Rings to follow this review, then I invite you to leave my blog until such time as you have repented for your sin. And so.
   The reason why I didn't just read all the way 'till the end of The Fellowship Of The Ring and save you the speech up above is simple; I had enough trouble getting through the first book to be bothered fighting through the second (all in good time, dear readers). And that fact is in stark contrast to the one I am about to present to you; that I enjoyed the book. Perhaps I can explain it this way; I enjoyed finding out what was originally intended to happen to Frodo and the Gang, and yet to be perfectly honest I really didn't need to know all the lyrics to a song that the hobbits sang while taking a bath. Also the famous Tom Bombadil, as much as I enjoyed his character, didn't really add anything to the plot. On the other hand, however, all these tiresome songs and useless scenes did work together to create for the reader a 3-D world for the characters to explore, which allowed you to immerse yourself in the story when you weren't drifting off from boredom. And so I find myself conflicted; bored yet enchanted with the book simultaneously.
And now, though I hate to cut my review short, I end it here for several reasons, which may include that my idea of 'cutting it short' is probably your idea of a droning speech that you zone out of halfway in (much like the book, in fact), and also the fact that it is fast approaching midnight here. So now for the final verdict. As I am in a generous mood and it must be pretty good to be so universally popular, I will give The Lord Of The Rings a respectable rating of… (drumroll) 8/10. A discussion for the comments; which do you prefer, The Lord Of The Rings books or movies? My votes on the movies right now :). Cheers,

Mark Jones