Well that resolution didn’t last long. I told myself: no new books for a month. I come home with a new copy of Tolkien’s 'The Children of Húrin'.
Despite having read 'The Lord of the Rings' a number of times, in addition to 'The Silmarillion' and a few of the volumes of 'The Unfinished Tales', I don’t consider myself a huge Tolkien fan. I also thought the films trampled on the books like a runaway Oiliphant through a tavern full of hobbits. Even three huge four hour blockbusters flattened the stories. I’d like to forget the films before returning to the books. It was details on the smaller scale that I always enjoyed about the books, in addition to which they never really did justice to Aragorn.
I always think of Strider as a version of that windswept Madeley we only get to see on walking tours of the moors.