The Adventures of Robin Hood

This book was horribly paced and generally terrible. It was thoughtless about consequences to the characters actions. Ultimately, the ending was frustrating and disappointing. Robin Hood deserves more respect.

A beautifully rendered tale of Robin Hood pieced together from a variety of folk poems and ballads, updated from Olde English, and weaved into a single coherent narrative. Though there is no one “canonical” text for Robin Hood, I feel like this one does justice to the spirit of the story by utilizing these original sources and not (seemingly) straying too far from them. As a result, each chapter reads like a tiny adventure on its own, roughly tied together with the chapter in front and behind. This made it an easy book to read, as there was little fear you might lose a thread.

My experience with Robin Hood is almost entirely formed by Hollywood and Disney. Though there is no “canonical” text for the story, I walked away from Lancelyn Green's novel feeling as though I learned something new about the legend of Robin Hood. Is there any basis in truth for these tales? History.com writes “English legal records suggest that, as early as the 13th century, Robehod, Rabunhod and other variations had become common epithets for criminals. But what had inspired these nicknames: a fictional tale, an infamous bandit or an amalgam of both?”

We're unlikely to ever know, but this is part of the mystery that makes Robin Hood so enticing, and has allowed for so many interpretations (for good or for bad). Going back to something closer to the original tales, however, was a pleasant and enlightening escape.