A friend of mine, S., wrote these words in her Facebook status a few days ago:
Ever since i started reading The Lord of the Rings I don’t want to work. I don’t want to cook. I don’t want to fold laundry. I don’t want to run. I don’t want to hang out. I don’t want to do my bible study. Don’t want to talk, don’t want phone calls, don’t get the mail(well I never did that actually) What’s the deal Tolkien?! I like your world better sometimes;-)
I’m jealous. I wish I could get lost in Middle Earth for the first time again. In fact, I wrote a poem, back in the day when I thought I could write poetry, about the fascination of Tolkien’s Middle Earth:
That marks our busy world—
Rhythm of footsteps in the hall,
Insistent radio two doors down,
Rushing of the cars outside,
Clatter of pans in the kitchen sink.
Her ears are tuned to other soundsâ€”
To elvish songs and goblin shrieks,
Hobbit voices, horns and swords,
Sheâ€™s lost in Middle Earth.
What book(s) do you wish you could read again for the first time?