I thought I would like it. Boy was I wrong. As a lover of the films and The Hobbit (the novel), I prepared myself to finally delve into the brilliant and deep Lord of the Rings trilogy, almost buying the complete set because I was SURE I would love all three of them. The beginning is fabulous. Bilbo and Gandalf and Frodo and Sam. Seeing what life is like in the Shire and enjoying the simple but rich lifestyles of these affable halflings (except those dastardly Sackville-Baggins'). But as soon as the traveling begins, and as soon as the fellowship is assembled, it becomes a slog of "traveling, eating, resting, repeat." If the Silmarillion is the wordy academic deep-dive into Middle Earth history, then The Fellowship of the Rings is an exhaustively-detailed travelogue with little nuanced character motivation other than "evil bad, kill ring" or "evil bad, use ring." Unfortunately I will not be continuing my campaign to read the entirety of the Lord of the Rings. I will have to settle for Wikipedia summaries.