Oh, I could make so many people upset with me. I’m not sure it’s worth it just to keep up with that blog challenge and put something up today. I mean, I have friends on facebook who might hunt me down after they hear what I have to say. So before you read any further, I have to warn you—you might not like what I’m about to tell you.
Okay, fine. I saw The Hobbit today and if you’re wondering what I thought of it, here goes. I thought it was . . . noisy.
Now, it’s not like I don’t know the story. As a matter of fact, when Rob and I started dating, the first gift he ever gave me was a paperback copy of Tolkien’s classic. I was sixteen, I’d never heard of Tolkien, and I wasn’t a big fan of fantasy books. But I read it because my boyfriend gave it to me. And then I decided to still date the guy who thought a book about furry-footed hole dwellers would change my life. I know quality when I see it.
Today, thirty-eight years later, my former boyfriend and I sat through three hours of slobbery orks, grudge holding dwarves, minimally magical wizardry, and stunning scenery. I liked all their Scottish accents. I thought the one mysterious woman was beautiful. But overall, it was just noisy. It also had no ending. Now I’m going to have to sit through another six hours spread out over the next two years before we find out that Bilbo develops a dangerous addiction to that golden ring and Frodo steps in to save the day. I can hardly wait.
I hope that didn’t ruin the ending for you, but I did warn you.
I told you I read the book.
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