Pardon me if I seem a little distant.....
It appears I've left my heart over in the land of Prydain.
If you've read Lloyd Alexander's The Chronicles of Prydain, you know what I'm talking about.
I just finished reading all five books, for the first time ever.
Boy, am I glad I did.
But there was a time, though, when I was loathe to even touch the books.
Here's my history of Prydain:
Perhaps a year, year and a half ago, I got an itch to watch a movie. I just wanted to watch something I hadn't seen before.
I happened to stumble upon the old Disney animated film, The Black Cauldron, which is based mainly on the first two books of the Prydain series.
I spent a few weeks watching the trailer over and over again, poking around the movie and getting excited.
Finally, I got the DVD from the library and my dear sis and I sat down to have a little sister bonding/movie time.
The books are basically the Welsh version of Lord of the Rings. Alexander based the tales off of Welsh mythology, and as we all know, anything to do with Wales is very near and dear to my heart.
I knew nothing about the books coming into the movie, however. And that might have been part of the problem.
You see, there were parts, mere parts of the film that I liked.
But when the credits rolled, sis's first words were, "That was a waste of two hours."
To which I replied, deep and intellectual person that I am.....
After that, whenever I went to the library and happened to pass by those books upon which that less-than-satisfactory movie was based on, I would shudder with cruel memories.
Then came a post by the dear Gillian, which planted a thought in my head. That being, "If Gil and Jake and these people all like these books, and I do trust their opinions..... perhaps there is some good in the story after all?"
And finally, about a month ago, I checked out The Book of Three from the library, the first book in the series.
It sat in a whole pile of library books on my bedroom floor for about three weeks. I still couldn't get over the movie, and I needed time to , well, get over myself before I cold bring myself to touch the book.
Finally, hitting one of those, "I need something to read, fast!" spots, I grabbed The Book of Three, and opened it.
And from there, with utter delight and wonder, I finished the book, and eagerly sought out The Black Cauldron, book two, from the library as well. And with increasing joy and thrill, just last week snatched the last three books from the shelf and brought them triumphantly home.
I finished The High King, the fifth and final installment, just this Wednesday.
And my feelings were these:
Number One: I have never read such perfect, astounding, thrilling, uplifting, deep, absolutely wonderful books for a very, very long time, (save possibly The Lost Journals of Ven Polypheme, but that's another post...), and I was grateful to have read them. I was undoubtedly better for reading them. No mistake.
.......... why was it over?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?
And that, my friends, is why I'm depressed and unable to do a thing. I read a magnificent series and it has ended. And I don't know what to do with myself.
I'm sure I'll get over it in about a week. I have a few other books that I know I most likely won't get emotionally attached to, so I can read those while I'm recovering.
I'll do a formal review of the series soon, but for now, know this: if you haven't read The Chronicles of Prydain, please, please go read them. I promise they won't disappoint.
Oddly enough, though, now that I've read the books I almost want to watch the movie again, because I know I'll see it with waaay different eyes... heh, no matter what though, Gurgi is forever blazed into my mind looking like this:
And there's nothing I can do about it. He's actually pretty darn cute, though, with his moanings about his poor tender head, and harmful hurtings and munchings and crunchings :)
Ah, the one fatal flaw of movie adaptions.... they replace some of your imagination. :|
While we're on the movie again.... it some respects, it wasn't bad at all. However, they butchered the story line and that never makes anyone happy. But as far as the characters themselves went, I saw Disney's Taran and Eilonwy and Fleddur Fflam in a faded corner of my brain while I was reading, and they were rather nice to have around.... I have nothing against them. Nor Gurgi, either, really. ;)
It is official, though.
But I don't think there's a single girl in the world who couldn't relate to her in one way or another.
Oh, and since it's not fair to have pictures of Gurgi and Eilonwy and leave Flewddur and Taran out:
^^ I like that picture. It tickles me. You know, "munchings and crunchings."
PS: I love Taran.
Not in a weird way. Oh, no.
He's just awesome and, like with everyone else in the books, I got emotionally attached.
Okay, well, now that I've gotten all that off my chest.....
Have you read The Chronicles of Prydain? Did you like it? What about the movie??
Hope you don't mind the rambling.
Alright, well, see you later, folks. I go now to try and find my heart-- I think it's still at Caer Dallben, or else wandering among the Free Commots.
Ffarwel am y tro,
Farewell for now.