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| Mount Ngauruhoe (aka Mount Doom) |
The only good thing that came out of the university course I
took entitled “Forms of Fantasy in Literature” was the addition of the Lord of
the Rings Trilogy to my bookshelf. Not
that I read it during the class.
Nope. I bought the Coles notes,
grabbed a few quotes from various parts of the books, and submitted a very mediocre
essay about the “eternal battle that is waged between good and evil”. I aced the course with very little effort,
which was my whole reason for taking it in the first place, but I sure didn’t
learn anything, except perhaps that Coles notes were created for lazy butts
like me.
Several years later, in a moment of boredom, I picked up the
first book and began reading. How had I
ever found these books boring? I plowed
through the trilogy over the Christmas holidays, unable to put it down and
missing numerous family dinners and events in my quest to find out whether
Frodo made it to the fires of Mount Doom and saved the world.
