Fantasy. What are ya gonna do?

Fantasy genre scared me like flu-shot day at school. I have not touched a fantasy book since the days I consumed Redwall novels like peanuts! I steer clear of high fantasy books because, mainly, I CANNOT PRONOUNCE ANYTHING!! Characters, cities, races, spells, weapons; everything is spelt too bizarrely to pronounce, let alone remember. K’tharyuli, how would you possible pronounce that? Worse, K’tharyuli is from the Gr’kzclao race. See what I mean? When the dreaded day came having read every comic I own, a respected and somewhat nerdy professor suggested to me some literary fruit to satisfy my taste. Pawn of Prophecy, by David Eddings, disappeared at the rate of a chocolate milkshake, a little lumpy at first, but later flowing and delicious. Make it known, I repent from my absence of fantasy and willingly reconvert with a fervent determination to remain faithful.