The Fellowship of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien
This is not the first time I’ve read this book, but it will be the first time I finish the Trilogy. I got halfway through the second book when I was small, but I wasn’t enjoying it anymore because I couldn’t keep any of the names straight so I quit. I think it was the right decision; you shouldn’t read something you don’t enjoy, ever, and now I can read the rest of it without connotation.
This time around, I was better able to follow the flow of the story-telling. Which was magical. Also when I was little I would skip the poems, which I see now contributed to my confusion. And, I admit, a little bit of plot foreknowledge helps as well. I’m remembering things well enough to think “Ah, yeah, I loved this part!” or “Hey, isn’t he important later?” but not enough that it’s all spoiled. This is probably all a little incoherent because it’s 3 am here, but the book was wonderful, and I can’t wait to get to the point in The Two Towers where I stopped before so it really is a brand new adventure.