I, a hopefully well-read but somewhat misread blogger, have a confession: I just read The Lord of the Rings for the first time. I know, take a moment to berate me with your personal Jim Cricket… We done? Brilliant, now for the review.
The Lord of the Rings is incredible. The world building is gargantuan and stretches beyond the scope of any other series I have ever read. In places, it seemd more real, even, than my own world. I only wish I had read it sooner.
Here is a reminder from your friendly neighborhood bookworm to pick up the book you have been putting off for years. Most likely, it will be just as good as you think.
One way, to get those old, forgotten TBRs off your list is to try a bookclub. Morgan, another friend, and I read LOTR together and since it was the first time for the two of us, there was an amazing incentive of being able to discuss it together at the end.
My favorite Tolkien-book remains The Hobbit. As a childhood haunt, old Bilbo and his mountainous adventures have been a marked influence on my own writing. However, the scope of The Lord of the Rings made itself a beautiful reading experience.
This is the part of the review where I ordinarily would give the author a rating, but this is Tolkien. There is no rating for Tolkien. He broke the scales.