Not that I wouldn’t gladly plan to defiantly read a banned book.
“Take that, small-minded censors! Ha!” (And I’d flourish the book and toss my head and so forth.)
Imagine my gratification at discovering I already was reading a Banned Book.
And then my consternation at discovering I was reading a Banned Book.
Someone banned or challenged The Lord of the Rings?
Oh, J.R.R. Tolkien, what have you wrought in The Lord of the Rings, to be thus summarily dismissed (or at least to have such a dismissal attempted)? Is it the elves? Is it the magic? Is it the hobbits? Is it the triumph of good over evil … the use of seemingly unimportant people to do tremendous works of salvation? I’m stumped.
Though on a completely different tack than banned books, it’s the first time I’ve read the whole thing this deliberately and slowly. Just taking in all the scenery on the way instead of dashing to the finish line of the great adventure. I’m enjoying the heck out of it.