Well, this sounds terribly silly, but my first crush was on a friend of my dad's (I was eight, he was 27) who ran a bookstore and was a Tolkien expert. I was already a bookworm, and so of course I had to read the books that so fascinated the object of my affection! My first copies of the were cheap paperbacks which, alas, are long gone, but that lovely man actually gave me a copy of the so-called "Big Red Book of Death", which is at this moment, 19 years later, sitting beside my keyboard.
Last edited by Rikae; 12-01-2006 at 05:48 PM.
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