I realized I didn't actually care for The Lord of the Rings on my second read-through. There's a point in The Two Towers, where Tolkien is describing the Pelennor Fields, and he starts talking about the flowers, and the mythology behind the flowers, and at some point, teenage me just sighed and skipped ahead to somewhere in the first half of The Return of the King. I've not been able to reread the trilogy without skipping through that part; I just don't have the patience to read all that again. “But that's so important because it foreshadows—,” I hear the Tolkien mega-fan start to scream. I cut them off: “Don't care. Ain't nobody got time for that.”