That's the Tolkien Reading Marathon done for another year!
I'm not sure racing through it really does it any favours - it's a book that needs time to breathe and build, not something you can skim on a stressed work night. Still, it's a testament to its power that the bits in Mordor and the Field of Cormallen still made me weep.
Felt annoyed about Eowyn, though - the more often I read the books the more I realise what a disservice they do her. "I just needed a husband after all. THAT WILL CURE MY DEEP MALAISE AT SOCIETY'S INJUSTICE TOWARDS WOMEN, FOR SURE."
Also, there's some very dodgy noble savage stuff going on with the Druadan. Primitive people can't talk in proper sentences, but actually they're Surprisingly Clever - for noble savages, that is. Which, can you just shut up, Tolkien.
And so many misplaced commas. How have I not noticed this before?
Fortunately, it's way too late for these undoubted flaws to mar my subconscious love for these books. For the Shadow is in the end only a small and passing thing.