My mum wouldn't read to me once I learned to read myself.... I could read faster on my own and got fed up with the reading out loud part. But whenever I went to her asking for a new book, she'd give me a nice thick one (well, was at the time) such as The Hobbit. I got through it and was bored. Years later (four years ago?) I started on Lord of the Rings, and gave up just at the start of RotK- I'd read the first two in less than a week. Picked up the book six months later and had forgotten all the names. Reread them from the start and loved every minute. How odd. I need my own copies of The Sil and Unfinished Tales... Christmas is coming....
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Neo, watch out! Trinity's going to steal your pants! Pants thief! Pants thief!
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