Books, Tolkien, writing

Rereading LOTR…

I love The Lord of the Rings. (Of course if you’re reading this blog, you’ve probably guessed that already… note the blog’s title). And a few weeks ago, I began rereading it all the way through. All I can say is that it’s a worthwhile experience. Right now I’m around Chapter IV of The Two Towers.
I reread books all the time. A lot. But I rarely reread them starting at the beginning and working my way through solidly.

My father read the entirety of LOTR to me when I was eight years old. “But wouldn’t that go over her head?” you ask. Well, yes. A lot of it did. But I loved that book, and I love it even more now. I think that reading LOTR aloud to children at a young age is a good thing. The small child’s appreciation for the book does not diminish, and with successive rereadings you are astounded again at the richness and beauty of Tolkien’s sub-creation. Every time I read it I am astonished at the richness of this book; at the delicious contrast between the comfortable, homely hobbits, the bittersweet loveliness of the elves, the wisdom of Gandalf… and so much more; the stubborn and delightful Gimli, the nobility and strength of Aragorn… I say no more.

Interestingly, at this reading I am increasingly struck by the descriptions and by the conversations. Tolkien was excellent at describing a piece of land in words that really make it possible to envision it; not merely emotional words like “dark, dismal, gloomy” or “bright, cheerful, colorful”, but words that give you a real idea of the lie of the land, in my opinion. My geography is pitiful; I have never done a formal geography course, but as far as I can tell, Tolkien was quite good at things like this. I must say, though, that the maps are extremely helpful.

Incidentally, you may have noticed that I haven’t been talking about NaNoWriMo much on here. Well, I quit. I got to nearly 30,000 before I gave up. Oh well. There’s always next year.

Blog, meme, random

If I were…

Thanks to Kathleen for this tag!

If I were a gemstone, I’d be a pearl. (My real name means pearl.)

If I were a scent, I’d be peppermint.

If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be ballet flats with a bow!

If I were the weather, I would be snow.

If I were a facial expression, I’d be a shameless grin.

If I were a car, I’d be those cars you yell “Slugbug” about. Don’t remember their real name.

If I were a time of day, I’d be moonrise.

If I were a month, I’d be December.

If I were a place, I’d be a forest.

If I were a liquid, I’d be hot lemon tea.

If I were a taste, I’d be brown sugar.

If I were a sea animal, I’d be a seal.

If I were a food, I’d be garlic mashed potatoes.

If I were a color, I’d be ashes-of-rose.

If I were a musical instrument, I would be the uilleann pipes.

If I were a flower, I’d be lavender.

If I were a song, I’d be bittersweet.

If I were a planet, I’d be Mercury.

If I were an object, I’d be a blue-and-white china mug.

If I were a fruit, I’d be a pumpkin. I think that counts, 😛

If I were a sound, I’d be a chattering brook running over stones.

Anyone can do this tag.

If I were a day of the week, I’d be Friday.


I can never figure out a good post title…

Happy Feast of Christ the King to all of you! This is a very glorious feast. And what comes the week after that? *in chorus* Yay, Advent! The forgotten liturgical season and even more forgotten penitential season.
Anyways, I’ve been doing stuff lately. What stuff? Well, you know, like, um, stuff
That is, I am currently working on no less than 5 knitting projects with another one that needs to be awakened from hibernation before a certain sister’s upcoming birthday in January and yet another one (a shawl) that I’ve been working on for my mother’s friend since last February. I hope to have it done by next September. It’s huge and very very very mindless knitting–garter stitch in natural wool. 
The projects are:
1. Those colorwork socks I posted earlier; a friend’s Christmas present.
2. Another pair of socks that I recently rescued from being “frogged” (ripped out–it’s called that because you ‘rip it, rip it’). These are a sort of pleasant green-blue heather, and relatively mindless.
3. A pair of purple fingerless gloves that I cast on just today and which I am loving.
4. A green lace shawl that I cast on back in September, I think. Maybe it was August. I can’t remember. I love it, but it’s for me, and therefore on hold till after Christmas.
5. A lovely lace mantilla that I originally intended as an Easter mantilla. I then intended it as a Pentecost one… then one for the Assumption… then one for my sister’s birthday… now I just don’t know. I don’t think I can finish it in time for Christmas. 
Today I watched the first movie I’ve watched in three weeks; Holiday with Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn. It was very good, and not too terribly long at about 95 minutes. Recommended. It has comedic elements but I would not call it quite a comedy, certainly not a screwball comedy like the classic Bringing Up Baby.
Last but not least, I am currently rereading The Lord of the Rings; right now I am about at the end of the Council of Elrond. I must say that the more I read this book, the more I love it. In fact, I have a great deal more to say, but I think it must wait for its own post.


I am getting worse and worse. Today I went by the yarn store and bought some yarn for no good reason, other than the upcoming solemnity of Christmas and the necessity of presents. All was self-striping sock yarn on a 75% off sale, which is pretty unbeatable. (You can’t really expect a 100% sale, unfortunately.)

Here it is:

These are the socks that I have been working on since Monday. I ended up using Knit Picks Comfy Fingering for the contrasting yarn. And I’m not doing corrugated ribbing. It just wasn’t elastic enough.