I was showing my customary interest in the
Fellowship film--i.e., not much--, until I pestered my sisters about petty details, like the distance between Rivendell, Mordor, and Isengard. She didn't answer me, so, on 31 December, 2002, in the town of Concepcion--my mum's hometown--, in the province of Tarlac, in the country of the Philippines (*
national anthem, Lupang Hinirang
, playing in the background*), immediately after reading Volume 2 of a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories, I cracked open
Fellowship. Haven't left me ever since.
That counts for 'Heard about him from a friend/sibling,' right? (Or rather, 'Didn't hear . . .'
)
I got one up on her now, though: I've read
HoMEs I-V--and would read VI (that
Kath gave me for my birthday) if I wasn't so much obsessed with doing better on my studies this term.