hi. been a while, hasn't it?
The strangest place I ever read Lord of the Rings was when I entred an all-night dance-off with my boyfriend. We were so bored and weary after about three hours that I read all of the Two Towers and part of The Return of the King hanging over his shoulder while he read The Fellowship of the Ring hanging over my shoulder.
I read The Silmarillon on top of Signal Hill, St. John's Newfoundland (Canada). The most Eastern point in North America. (I know it isn't very exciting, but it's something)
__________________
Where was the stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call Poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
|