is an example of just one of the many ways Tolkien can write that had me saying
"Why? Why didn't anyone tell me Tolkien was this?" and regretting the
many years I waited to read his work. Like the entire story of Earendil, it
gains in beauty and depth with each reading. Astonishing—a depth of love we can
feel and understand but in an utterly mythic context: it is both fully human
and more than human, bringing the mythic
home.
Lúthien Rising
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Reading the Sil for the first time? Getting confused? Look in the Reading Room every other weekend for the NDQ (No Dumb Questions) thread. Because there are no dumb questions.
TornadoBooks.net presents: Anaïs Nin's Ladders to Fire, for those who've had enough of the Catch-22's of war