Hm. I haven't read Tolkien in any
really weird places... well, no. I have. My room is the weirdest place you'll find on Earth.
- In Nijniy Novgorod, Russia
- In Boston, Massatchusette (I still can't spell that, even though I've lived there for over 2 years...) USA
- In Toronto Ontario Canada... where I've read most of it... but that's not weird...
- In the middle of nowhere in a cabin. Well, not exactly "nowhere" - it was northwestern Ontario.
- In the middle of nowhere in northeastern Ontario, but this time in a tent
- In a car
- On a bus
- On a plane
- In Varadero, Cuba
- In school, when I think that the lesson is not important enough for me to listen
- When my parents think I'm doing homework... (me bad girl!
)
- When my friends are talkin about a topic that I'm not passionate about (one of them says that I look up every time she calls my name, even though I don't pay attention to what they say.
Weird!)
- In a bathtub (I stopped reading Tolkien there after I accidentlly dipped a tip of The Sil in the watter... It dried, but it's a bit lumpy now. It's not pretty. But I read other books like that - books that I don't care about how they look as much.)
- At night with a flashlight.
Long useless list, most of which applies to everybody.
