I was four when my father first read me The Hobbit(my image of orcs was rather like a pumpkin with legs, a fact which never ceases to amuseme) and five when he (my father) got sick of rereading The Hobbit and moved on to LotR. Thus, it's been a part of my life for over three quarters of said life. All other reasons people have already listed aside, I've been theorizing, arguing, discussing and obsessing about these damned books since then; I'd love them from overassociation, if nothing else. *L*
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