At least about the having to be in hiding thing. Hm, now I'm feeling somewhat of a sour after taste.
"Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?” -John 11:25-26
I loved the books when I was nine and ten, but after I turned ten, they started losing their appeal. Part of it was I finally caught up to the author and so had to wait a year for the next book to come out... and during that time I grew up. Then another year, and I grew up even more. It was around that time that I realized that the writing level in the books was actually really bad (in my ten/eleven year old self's opinion). Still, I stuck with them for a while as a nod to my former enjoyment of the books, or maybe just my desire to continue liking them. While I waited for the next book to come out, I re-read them all and stuck with it until I ran out of books, and then stopped. It was fun to revisit the story, but I had out grown it. It just wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be.
Still, while I liked them, I really did like them. I especially loved the mystery of VFD. I remember spending a week in a hotel while mom attended a teacher's conference in Arizona, and the whole time, I was doing one of three things: Reading Lemony Snicket, Reading Calvin and Hobbs, or trying to crack VFD. I think I figured it out (in my own head, anyway, that's what I thought I did at the time) but to keep it a secret from my then four year old sister, I tore up the piece of paper and threw it away. The next morning I forgot what I had thought I had figured out. 'Twas disappointing. To this day, I still don't remember what it was. But it was pretty fun while it lasted.
loved the books. It's been ages since I'd read them, but I still have a vague idea. The story's plot is so bizarre, yet it makes sense in a weird, practical sort of way. He is an amazing writer, don't you think?
I came back here to see my thread still alive, and I myself am very suprised. I still havn't got around to reading the last two. Very sad I know but I have a very long book list, and no time to read them all.
My reality comes to a close as I once again realize that you don't love me, and even if I love you with my everything you will never care.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. — JRR Tolkien
