I read Tolkien’s masterpiece first at ten years old, mainly to be able to tell people that I had. I read it again in the fervour and excitement of the films coming out, when my friends were learning elvish, writing in runes and we were writing stories about our lives if we were elves.
I just read it again. And I LOVED it. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it quite so much, but it was utterly fantastic. One of the best things was finding my original imagination seeping through the pictures from the film that were in my head!
Here are three quick things that I noticed this time round: