brilliantly aptly named new series continues. Where I randomly select two books from my shelves and attempt to find a link. I do not promise it will be a good link, only that it will be a link. It might be anything at all. One thing I do promise is that the link will not be due to the books both containing words such as ‘and’ or ‘the’, although having said that it’d be really awesome to now find two books totally missing both of those words.
The books I chose last week were The Two Towers by J. R. R. Tolkein and A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Stay tuned to find out if I’ve actually got a link.
I’m not sure how much I need to write about these two books. They’re so well known it seems that everyone must have heard of them. But, I feel I haven’t written enough this week so I’m going to spend a few words on them anyway.
The Two Towers is the second book in The Lord of the Rings trilogy. It is often pointed to as the weak book in the link with the movie being similarly weak. This beautiful copy is from 1974, I cannot tell you how many times I’ve read it. Despite the many times I know many people have read it many more times than me. I have a friend, Olga, who read the whole series every year, religiously. Somehow, I don’t think I’m ever going to get in an argument about it, unless I want to have my brain refreshed on some details.
The well-known book of the French Revolution. It’s meant to be a romance but I don’t recall anything romantic about it. This is a fabulous book, if you’re one of the few people who haven’t read it then it makes a very good jumping off point for study of that era.
It’s a tale of two. Whether it be towers, cities or people supposedly falling in love, it all happens in these books. There’s two hobbits, Merry and Pippin, or Frodo and Sam all taking their separate routes. There’s the storming of the Bastille which has similarities to wars in both The Two Towers and The Return of the King.
Next week will be incredibly challenging but I’ll do my best or worst. We’ve got Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell and Call Me Anna by Patty Duke. Stay tuned to find out if I’ve actually got a link. I promise I’ll try to be entertaining.