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The Fellowship of the Ring Group Read: The End








“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”











It feels as if the journey has just begun and now here we are, at the breaking of the Fellowship. This final section of The Fellowship of the Ring begins in tragedy and continues with a growing air of melancholy and despair. It is as beautiful and as touched with sorrow as the last days of autumn before the coming of winter. By my reckoning it has been at least eight years since I last read The Fellowship of the Ring (for the first time) and if I recall correctly I skipped large sections of the beginning because I was not connecting with it. That was not the case on this occasion. I have cherished every word from Tolkien’s pen and have gotten so much out of the reading, in part because I have been reading it with an eye towards discussing it with you dear folk.

For those who are unfamiliar with the story, the following discussion is filled with spoilers. For anyone who has read the books and/or seen the films, intense gushing will soon ensue. I do hope you will join in the conversation.

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Storm Front Group Read, Part 1





“My ad looks like this:”

HARRY DRESDEN–WIZARD

Lost items found. Paranormal Investigations.
Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates.
No Love Potions, Endless Purses, Parties or Other Entertainment

“You’d be surprised how many people call just to ask me if I’m serious”.





When I was tossing around group read ideas with friends for the R.I.P Challenge, my friend Jeff mentioned that he really wanted to give Jim Butcher a try. I have said many times that it is pitiful for me to have worked in the city which Jim Butcher calls home for over a decade and not have read one of Butcher’s novels. A number of us experienced the work of Patrick Rothfuss for the first time earlier this year and in a couple of different venues recently he has sung the praises of Jim Butcher’s Dresden books.

Just like fellow bloggers get enticed by the books that other bloggers like, it is easy to be tempted by the books loved by our favorite authors, new and old.

And so here we are, just finished with the first section of Jim Butcher’s first Dresden Files book, Storm Front. While Storm Front does not have the depth of other recent group reads (Dune, The Way of Kings), it is a refreshingly fun, fast-paced novel and I am glad we are reading it together.

As with all group reads, spoilers may be present in the posts and comments.

You’ve been warned. 🙂

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Fragile Things Group Read, Week 2

“It seemed like a fine title for a book of short stories. There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.”

As dawn breaks on this chilly (almost) Autumn Sunday, I sit here with a contented smile on my face, ready to put the finishing touches on Week 2 of our group discussion of Neil Gaiman’s short story collection, Fragile Things. We had a great discussion last week which has me even more excited about this week’s four selected stories.

By way of spoiling my forthcoming thoughts on the four stories for this week, there were no misses for me in this week’s grouping either. I like them to varying degrees, but all were stories I enjoyed the first time I read them and I enjoy them even more now.

And speaking of “spoiling”, the Fragile Things Group Read encourages an in-depth discussion of the stories in question, so spoilers will be present in the posts of participants, to varying degrees, and also in the discussion.

Enough preamble, let’s talk Gaiman!

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The Fellowship of the Ring Group Read, Part 2


(art by the incomparable Alan Lee)

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.

The Road goes ever on and on, bringing us to week two of the group read of The Fellowship of the Ring. This week’s journey takes us from the eventful night at The Prancing Pony through the long and perilous journey to Rivendell and the home of Elrond. Rivendell was one of my favorite locations in the film and the Last Homely House is wonderfully described by Bilbo as:

“a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all.”

Is it possible to go on a long sabbatical there? Anyone? Someone call my travel agent.

I don’t know if the stars have all aligned or if the Fates are smiling on me or if it is merely serendipity, but each time I have picked up The Fellowship of the Ring over the past two weeks it has just felt right. The reading could not be more pleasant and I am reveling in the small details that make Tolkien’s work so very special to me.

Thanks again goes out to Andrea and Clint for the co-hosting duties. Please visit their sites to find links to others participating in this event. I am of the opinion that there are fewer spoilers present in my answers this week, however spoilers there are and The Lord of the Rings virgins are warned to read on at their own risk.

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Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark, Film Review

It was a (almost dark) and (threatening to be) stormy (evening), need there be any other excuse to go see the latest film presented by acclaimed director Guillermo de Toro?

I thought not.

There is a power that draws me, like a moth to the flame, to films with scary old houses, children, and things that go bump in the night. When a film can combine those elements with the requisite thunder storms and power outages and menacing threats that tell the houses’ inhabitants that they should run like hell lest they become the latest victims, the part of me that wants to be deliciously scared stands up and takes notice.

And once in a while this type of film will have that something special, that spark of All Hallows magic, that will propel it to that cherished status wherein it becomes a film that I want to watch time and again when the days shorten and the nights grow long and chill. Films like The Others, El Ofranato (The Orphanage), and Pan’s Labyrinth have attained that station in our home.

I was hoping for a similar connection with Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark. Did it have that spark?

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