Earlier this year, when the noisy gears of the movie marketing machine began to grind, a low-grade anxiety seized me. My 5-year-old son was about to be cheated of one of childhood’s great pleasures: the chance to conjure his own hobbits, ents, and elves rather than have them presented to him pre-imagined. [More]
The Book Club Talks LOTR
December 10th, 2001 by xoanon
