I wasn’t always a Tolkien lover. To say the truth, I hated The Lord of the Rings until I was about eight, and then I grew to love it, as all Tolkien lovers would assuredly agree, gradually responding to its pitiful, beautiful and melodic words of love, enveloping me in the unwinding story of fantasy and unrevealed myth. The Silmarillion was no exception to this feeling, and I’m sure, if you’re curious enough to read it, you’ll feel just the same.
So, where do we begin? (Just to tell you, I have never written a book review before, comments would be much appreciated) The Silmarillion is, in truth, a story in a story. Revealing hidden facts about the wondrous world of Middle-Earth from the first age into the third, unwinding the mysteries including the love story of Beren and Luthien, the fall of the old Kingdoms, how Melkor became Morgoth and the amazing, beautiful and terrible tales of this land, it is a truly enchanting book, a must read for the world. I truly enjoyed it.