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I’m currently knitting a cabled pillow cover and so far haven’t been writing anything down. I have notes about the pattern I’m making up, so I’ll try to consolidate them here. Unfortunately I chose two cable patterns of different lengths, meaning there is no easy repeat. Would a chart be more helpful?
I got through a largish chunk yesterday despite the heat and frequent breaks. There will be more interruptions today, but I’ll be doing my best to finish before I leave for the weekend.
Same as before, there will be SPOILERS.
WARNING: This will surely be filled with SPOILERS of all sorts as well as idiotic rambling or fangirl squeeing. Read at your own risk.
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And then I didn’t read Lord of the Rings. Again.
With A Dance with Dragons coming soon, I can’t see myself doing LOTR now. Perhaps from ADWD posts will be forthcoming..
I know I will lose all accrued nerd XP up to this point by admitting it, but I have never managed to read Lord of the Rings.
Oh, I read The Hobbit in the mid-90s after relentless prodding by my father (I didn’t like it that first time) and I love Peter Jackson’s adaptations, but I have never successfully read Lord of the Rings. It is not for lack of trying. I own a box set. I own the ridiculously extended 250+ minute versions of the movies. I even did a book report slash PowerPoint presentation on Lord of the Rings in high school, somehow, and got an A.
But I’ve never read far enough to reach the Prancing Pony. I have tried to start Fellowship on four or five occasions, usually after re-watching the movies. I get a hundred or so pages in, put it down, and never pick it back up. By contrast, I have read the first four books of A Song of Ice and Fire at least four times since I first read them a few years ago, and these are books that, individually, approach the length of the entire LOTR trilogy.
I like fantasy. I do. I love A Song of Ice and Fire. I am on my second play through of Dragon Age 2. And, forgive me, but when I was younger I totally ate up the Sword of Truth series. As a child, and as an adult, I adore Robin McKinley novels such as The Hero and the Crown and The Blue Sword. I grew up reading Anne McCaffrey. I go to RenFest – not in costume, mind you, but I do go. I realize the importance of Tolkien to all modern fantasy and the movies can move me to tears, despite having watched and re-watched the trilogy probably eight or more times.
Why can’t I seem to get into these books? One reason I tell my husband is the fact that these damned hobbits just keep eating all the time, even when they are in extreme danger. It is maddening.
Nonetheless, I feel obligated to try again. I also feel obligated to blog my reactions as I attempt to forge on ahead.