I'd read The Hobbit to my seven year old brother whenever I'm home, but the little prat (whom I love very, very much, of course) is always more interested in trying to finagle late-night snacks out of me. Maybe I just don't have what it takes. My mother seems to do fine in that regard. It's not that he doesn't like books, he doesn't like me. *hangs head in shame*
Secondly, I would love to have a boyfriend to whom I could read my favourite chapters of the LOTR (the Lorien chapters in particular) out loud, but boys are not interested listening to me read. Their priorities lie elsewhere.
Woe me.
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~The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories. This is one of mine~
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