Reading Tolkien is very much like falling into a different world… It is the easiest reading I’ve ever encountered, the purest prose, so to speak. There hasn’t been a piece he has written that hasn’t had teh same easy feel, like an old comfortable blanket and a warm fire. His prose is, I think, best described like Autumn, rich and golden, ful and mature, a celtic philology with a hint of insightful muse. It has a precious kind of melancholy, replete with an ancient history, endued with mystery. It is a kind of masculine romance that is passing rare in contemporary literature.