For all you shatter is our seeming, And in breaking we are free

I have just watched the opening two-parter of the Shannara Chronicles right now. It was ... interesting, I think is the word. I really don't know how to feel about it yet, though I might stick with the show a few episodes more to see how it goes. But it just ... it feels odd. Maybe it's just that Shannara was my childhood in so many ways, my first proper fantasy doorstopper series (Lord of the Rings actually came later for me). Apparently I have deep, deep nostalgic feelings about Shannara that aren't entirely sure what to make of the adaptation.

They changed quite a few things. Some of it is okay, some of it is just weird, some of it I don't know if I like at all. Ander, in particular, they're doing something very odd with Ander. And Allanon, in a lot of ways, though I do like the actor's actual performance. It's things like the horribly scarred hand and the tragic love interest (!) that are weirding me out.

There is one thing in particular that's really bugging me though, in relation to the Dagda Mor:

Now that I've read it. Some very random and unscientific thoughts on Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell. The book, I mean. Because I saw the show first, a lot of this will be compare-contrast, probably. Also, liable to feature a lot of Stephen Black. I have thoughts about Stephen Black.

Some thoughts on 'The Librarians', now that I'm all caught up and in love :D