Books are gateways, portals, through which the imagination can slip through into another time, another place, or even another world.
“Stephanie, go do your LOTR study!”
“Okay Mom!”
I rush up the stairs and into my bedroom, pushing the door closed behind me. The familiar thrill of anticipation flutters in my stomach as I flop on the tempat tidur and cari for the chapter I’m supposed to read next: The Bridge of Khazad-Dum. Sitting back comfortably, I take a deep breath and begin to read...
The Company of the Ring stood silent beside the tomb of Balin. Frodo thought of Bilbo and his long friendship with the dwarf, and of Balin’s visit to the Shire long ago. In that dusty chamber in the mountains it seemed a thousand years...
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