"A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen." ~J. R. R. Tolkien
After proselytizing till I was red in the face, I later realized with an even greater perturbation that if these well educated, apple pie-loving Americans had never heard of this film, how much less have others who are not as involved in we-the-peopleing and fire crackers? Thus the reason of this piece, which, now that the prologue is concluded, will now commence into the point of this recommendation.
For about 100 pages, I felt justified in the pre-judgement of the book being a tragedy of a boy pining in prison. But the triumph of thinking so had come too late; I was already lost in the drama...
Despite my trust in their taste of literature, I hesitated. Dare I read such a book, that seems so dark? I mean it is about a vampire for Pete's sake of course it is going to be sinister and foreboding, but the question I asked myself was: do I want to be eternally afraid of the dark and shriek at every shadow that crosses my path? (Vivid imaginations will do that to you).
"...on the evening of a day in the beginning of October...a man travelling afoot entered the little town..."
The Irregular Undómiel 