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kiriannasays:

The first book I can ever remember my dad reading to me was The Hobbit.  I must have been about seven or eight and he would read me a chapter each night.  Some kids remember Hop On Pop or The Monster At The End Of This Book, but not me, I remember The Hobbit.  I’ve only read it twice since then, but it has always held a special place in my heart.

Then when I was twelve my aunty (dad’s sister) gave me The Lord of The Rings trilogy.  It was her book when she was a teenager and she wrote in the front cover that it deserved a good slow thorough read, and although I started to read it several times, I think I was about sixteen before I actually read it properly and could get in to it.

I think the next book I read (after the one I got at the last book club which I haven’t even started yet) will be The Hobbit.  It’s time for some nostalgia, methinks.  And even if I don’t think about being a kid for the rest of it, I’m pretty certain that when I get to the part where the trolls are looking for Bilbo while they’re around the fire a part of me will at least flicker back to being a kid in bed listening to my dad read to me with my eyes closed.