For some reason I turned to one of the great book reading experiences of my childhood, the trilogy about “The fellowship of the Ring” by J.R.R. Tolkien. Probably I read it already in the 60’s. Any way it was long before 1973 when I, together with a friend, visited London . We travelled by train through western Europe for a month, it was the so-called “Interrail”. In London I bought an english paperback-version of “The Lord of the Ring” , and put it in my bookshelf as I returned home. But by then I had already read it twice in a swedish translation.
Now, almost 40 years later , I again couldn’t lay the book aside until it was read, this time the english paperback-version, which I had looked for, and also had found.
This book is some kind of a riddle – where do you find a book of such kind, that is so extremely entertaining, that when you have read and read and then look to see, and find that there is still a lot to read, it only makes you happy! Yes, I know there are other opinions, but this is what I think.