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Is this real life- or is this just fantasy?

Admittedly, I have never considered myself a fantasy type of person. Except for my slight obsession with Harry Potter, little of the literature I read, the films I watch and the TV series I follow falls under the fantasy genre. 

 Until recently, that is. 

 One month ago, I finally got round to watching 'The Lord of the Rings'. It took fifteen years after the first movie came out for me even to consider watching it. It's long. It's got elves in it. Why would I want to watch it?

 Now, I know that there are many reasons why I would want to watch it. Full to the brim with action, the scenery is breathtaking, the antagonists are perfectly abhorrent and Orlando Bloom makes one lovable elf. Frankly, it's got everything I could wish for in a movie- with the addition of Gollum and a couple-thousand Orcs. I liked the first movie so much that, within the week, I'd watched all 10 hours of the trilogy. 'Two Towers' is now in my top 10 all-time favourite films. 

 That was the first sign of my transition to the fantasy genre. 

 The second sign was when my friend leant me her 'Game of Thrones' Series 1 & 2 boxset. I'd heard good things about it but, again, had never seen the appeal. 

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 I managed to get through that first series in ten days, whilst revising hour-upon-hour for my A-Levels.
 It was pretty good. 

 Now, I'm reading the sequel to Sarah J. Maas' "A Court of Thorns and Roses", the first of which I started and finished less than one week ago. Bearing in mind the blurb of the first novel describes the protagonist to be taken to "a treacherous magical land she only knows about from legends", to have even considered getting the book out of the library, I truly must have converted to the fantasy side. 

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