Tehanu

Some days, we're just happy being around the house, in the yard, simply enjoying the beingness of being. the joys of being ourselves, the pleasure of being in our lives. Such was most of the experience of reading Tehanu for me. Simple joys, the delight of existence. yes, there is story, drama and excitement, the usual, but somehow it wasn't overly important. The mere existing within the book was enough. A relaxed casual joy. Soothing in its simplicity. A different enjoyment, one less pressured. perhaps it is me, but I found such simple pleasure sustaining, comforting, and relaxing.

My only complaint is with foolish publishers who insist on not marking the book's place in the overall series. Had I known it was book 4, I might have made the effort to acquire books 1 to 3 in order to read the series in sequence. Now I am unlikely to do that, or read the rest of the series, as I don't care to read what I already know something about, know how it turns out, nor to read incomplete series. Why publishers do this is an amazing mystery.