Where did the Tuesday go? Well, as the power vested in me as a mod of this community, I am declaring today a Tuesday! So, without further ado:
Finished The Crystal Shard by R. A. Salvatore. First book of The Icewind Dale Trilogy, and The Legend of Drizzt / Forgotten Realms series (publication order).
Loved the book. A quick and very enjoyable read. If rest of the trilogy is similar, going to get the whole series.
Read Small Favor by Jim Butcher, 10th book in the Dresden Files series. Liked in much better than the previous book White Night. Full of action, without much dull moments. Stakes keep getting higher and higher, but we are starting to see some bigger picture.
Currently reading Side Jobs by Jim Butcher. It’s short stories in Dresden Files universe. I started it after White Night, but only reading stories that are before the book I have read, so this will not be completed for quite a while.
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Taking another crack at the Silmarillion. I picked up the “Illustrated by the Author” editions.
10 chapters in and I think I figured out why this book is so much more challenging than the Hobbit or the Lord of the Rings…
It is 100% narrative. The author is telling you stories of long ago and far away, but there is no dialog. He’s telling you about things that happened rather than letting you witness those things happening, if you get my meaning. You aren’t present for the events, you’re inherently distanced.
So you get a lot of personal names and place names, but no real descriptions or character voices. I was 6 chapters in before I got a single character description.
It’s the difference between:
“And so it was, one fine moring in Hobbiton as Bilbo Baggins, son of Bungo Baggins and Beladonna Took, was standing outside his hobbit-hole snoking his pipe, when along came the old wizard Gandalf, inquiring as to if he were interested in an adventure or not.”
and:
"By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)—Gandalf came by. Gandalf! If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about him, and I have only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort of remarkable tale. Tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion. He had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Took died, in fact, and the hobbits had almost forgotten what he looked like. He had been away over The Hill and across The Water on businesses of his own since they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-girls. All that the unsuspecting Bilbo saw that morning was an old man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which his long white beard hung down below his waist, and immense black boots.
“Good Morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
“What do you mean?” he said. “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”
“All of them at once,” said Bilbo. “And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. If you have a pipe about you, sit down and have a fill of mine! There’s no hurry, we have all the day before us!” Then Bilbo sat down on a seat by his door, crossed his legs, and blew out a beautiful grey ring of smoke that sailed up into the air without breaking and floated away over The Hill.
“Very pretty!” said Gandalf. “But I have no time to blow smoke-rings this morning. I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.”
“I should think so—in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I can’t think what anybody sees in them,” said our Mr. Baggins, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smokering."