The Lord Of The Rings (Novel)

Last night I finished The Lord Of The Rings, the novel, for the first time. An epic read it proved to be, in excess of one thousand words and told as three tales. I’m a slow reader and aside from when on holiday, I only indulge in reading at night before I go to bed. I don’t read much either, getting through more than two chapters per read is what I’d consider my limit. You can imagine then that it took me a fair while to get through it. It did indeed. And I feel it something of an achievement almost that I’ve reached its end. It was a frankly amazing novel and I expect, despite its incredible length, that this won’t be the last time I’ll pick it up.

Moving on, now that a new book is required, I’ve decided to revisit John Grisham, one of my favourite all time authors who initially aided with my getting into the reading hobby. That honour maybe I owe more to the first trilogy in the Harry Potter series but novels authored by Mr. Grisham certainly helped. Indeed, I recall reading ‘The Brethren’ when I was still rather young and at the time, it was probably the most adult targeted book I’d read. Now revisiting, I’m planning on tackling a new task in ‘The Partner.’ And I guess I’ll let you know what I thought once I finish it. Be content in the knowledge that it shouldn’t take me nearly as long to complete as The Lord Of The Rings did.

In other news, I published my first film review over at the not so curiously named ‘The Film Review.’ I reviewed Goal, in this particular piece, a football centered movie would you believe it which boasted cameos from David Beckham, Zinedine Zidane and co and to boot, was rather alright.