I’ve been reading a lot lately, but have totally shirked my book reviews. Oops. The stresses of my new job have me spending evenings rolling around on the couch in a sweater and leggings, avoiding anything that requires thinking.
So, until I’m able to write any focused reviews, here’s a bit of what I’ve been digging into over the past few weeks!
I’ve been seeing things about this trilogy for quite a while, but never engaged until now. I downloaded an ebook version of the first novel, Grave Mercy, from my local library and was off to the races. I completed the trilogy in five days and loved them so much I ran online to order physical copies.
These books aren’t the most well-written in the world, but they’re incredibly fresh and original. The premise is a convent in medieval France where they are dedicated to serving Mortain, the patron saint of Death. Novices are trained as assassins and sent into the world to do Death’s bidding. Each book is very different in flavor, although all have their share of romance. Grave Mercy is, in many ways, a political thriller. Dark Triumph is very dark and personal. Mortal Heart is a coming-of-age tale.
If you like historical fiction, fantasy, and romance, these books are a must-read.
I read the first three books of this now-longer series in high school and have been hankering to revisit them ever since. That being said, I picked up Rhapsody on a Friday and had all 2,000+ pages of the series read ten days later. You’d think that a series this long would have dull points, but I couldn’t put these down. (And this is my second time through!) Haydon has created a story that suck you in and doesn’t let go until the ride is done.
The books tell the story of Rhapsody, a young singer who finds herself swept into an adventure across Time to learn of a prophecy that foretells her destiny to be a key force in destroying evil. Through her journey, she encounters a vast array of characters that are diverse, complex, and wonderful. Haydon’s universe is vast, with deeply structured, believable cultures and religions. Her world-building is top-notch. The scope of the story is epic, leading up to a satisfying, memorable conclusion.
If you’re a fantasy fan, add these to your list.
Right now, I’m also re-reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. I’m loving it even more this time around. Maybe I’ll make a focused On the Shelf discussing it in a couple of weeks.
In the meantime, when I finish that, I’m going to dig into Winter by Marissa Meyer.
Here’s to more books! Keep an eye out for more On the Shelf posts in the coming weeks.
This weekend, I visited Middle Earth via the silver screen for the last time. To say I’m a Tolkien fan is an obvious fact. I mean, I DID name my blog from one of his lines.
WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS
I remember my first exposure to The Hobbit. I was six or seven years old and we rented the old 1970’s cartoon. It was creepy, kind of terrifying, but my brothers and I enjoyed it enough to delve further into Tolkien’s world.
In fifth grade, I read the Lord of the Rings for the first time. The movies were coming out around this time and I followed them religiously. Despite differences from the books, I adore the film versions. I have them memorized. I listen to the original trilogy on audiobook every summer.
The main difference between the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit fanchises is that the original trilogy came out when I was still in my formative years. I was an excited child, ready to eat up anything Peter Jackson dished out. As I grew older and learned to see the books and movies as different entities, I continued to love them out of childhood nostalgia. The Hobbit, however, is different.
The first time I ever read The Hobbit was at the age of ten. I was in fourth grade. Mr. Achartz, my teacher, read it aloud to us. I had a copy and followed along. I fell absolutely in love. Ever since, I’ve been reading and rereading the children’s story to the point where I don’t even need the words for the story to appear in my mind.
My main issue with The Hobbit movies is that I’m WAY too intimate with the source material. Not only did I grow up on the story, but it’s something I’ve put a great deal of academic thought into. Last fall during my term abroad, I wrote a ten page final essay on the uncanniness of Mirkwood that not only scored the best grade possible, but took first prize in the annual essay contest in my university at home. The novel’s themes, centering around the idea of home, fascinate me and hold my heart.
It’s been incredibly painful, to be honest, watching the world eat up the film versions. I enjoyed the first one well enough, but was absolutely devastated by the second. Peter Jackson mutilated my beloved story. The characters come and go to and from all the right places, but the events that transpire are totally different. I was heartbroken by this.
Going into the final version, to say I had expectations would be a lie. I didn’t even watch any of the trailers, to be honest. I knew that the film would never match my idealistic childhood imaginings. So I didn’t expect it to. I went into The Battle of Five Armies with a mindset of detachment–these weren’t my beloved characters. This isn’t my beloved story. It’s an adaptation, a version that is not my own.
Having this mindset helped a LOT. I actually really enjoyed the movie. The pacing, of course, was really weird. One of the finest moments of the novel is when Bard slays Smaug, which happens in the first ten minutes. Most of the movie is focused on the battle and resolving Thorin’s issues with pride and, as the movie calls it, “dragon-sickness”.
There were things I really enjoyed.
Smaug, for one, is absolute and total perfection. It’s a shame his role is cut so short. Benedict Cumberbatch is incredible.
Once I pushed aside the weirdness of the Tauriel/Kili thing, I was able to actually cheer for the cross-species couple. (Although I’m still miffed that they actually created a freaking awesome female elf and the stupid studio only allowed her existence if she was part of a love triangle. WOMEN DON’T ALWAYS HAVE TO BE IN LOVE IN MOVIES. Rant over.)
I also really enjoy Martin Freeman’s portrayal of Bilbo, especially his weird little twitches. It’s been fun seeing Bilbo grow and evolve as a character, finding his courage and facing down deadly foes. But, through those little movements, Freeman conveys that deep down, Bilbo is not at home. He isn’t comfortable. He belongs in the Shire, in his armchair with a cozy breakfast and a large stock of pipeweed.
I also am head-over-heels in love with Lee Pace’s Thranduil. He’s one of the most arrogant, (insert many profanities here) characters I’ve ever encountered. And I love it. Oh my goodness. The internet has done some beautiful things with this character.
I also pretty much adored Legolas throughout the entire film. But that’s mainly because I don’t take Orlando Bloom seriously. Every time he does something, I turned and obnoxiously whispered to my older brother, “Legolas does what he wants!” He never listens to his father, never follows orders. Out of nowhere, he opens up to Tauriel about not knowing his mother. And at the end, he dramatically announces to his father that he isn’t returning to Mirkwood. To which Thranduil goes, “Okay cool, just so you know, your mother did love you.” At this point, I whispered to Joe (my brother), “So all this time, Legolas just had serious mommy issues.” And he goes, “And now he’s going on the Middle Earth equivalent of a three-month backpacking trip in Europe to find himself.” It’s fun not taking Legolas seriously. (Because even in the original movie trilogy, all he does is point out the obvious.)
There is certainly a great deal more to say and there are a lot of things I could complain about, but I’m trying to be better at not being a total elitist English major snob. So as far as movies go, it is an entertaining and enjoyable one. I will leave it at that and go read the book.
What are your thoughts/opinions on the movies? Love them? Hate them? Tell me about it in the comments!