My father received the book the year I was born as a gift from his oldest sister. He became quite engrossed in it. My mother, a bit jelous of his new obsession, decided to find out what was so wonderful and read his books.
When I was eight and my sister was about six, my father read them aloud to us, from The Hobbit through The Return of the King. I have since read them so many times I have lost count. When I was about thirteen or fourteen I began The Silmarillion. Tolkien's depth of vision still astonishes me, and my literary experience as a whole has been profoundly impacted by his works.
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