Frodo, don't wear the ring.

Speaking of preconceived ideas about a novel, I just finished reading The Fellowship of the Ring—a book that is just a loaded gun of expectations. Throughout, I kept comparing it (consciously and un) to the movies and parodies I have seen, and even to modern-day fantasy books I have read.

It’s good literature. Complex but easy to read, inspiring sometimes, humorous at others. Gandalf’s “fall” (what else could I call it? Not death) was sad, Boromir’s betrayal(ish) was frustrating. Pippin is funny and I’m pretty sure Sam is gay.

I do plan on reading the rest of the trilogy, after February 1^st. And, just so y’all know: I have to read ten more books if I plan on making my goal of nineteen before I turn nineteen. So pray for me.