When my older daughter was 10 years old I read The Hobbit to her. Over the course of the next year I read her the entire LOTR trilogy. Even today, we remember that time as special. I would settle on the couch after supper and she would climb into my lap with the current book clutched in her hands. I would sip my tea and read another chapter doing my best, when Tolkien wasn't doing it, to leave her with a cliffhanger at the end of the session.

I'm afraid to say that experience has warped her entire psyche. She now loves the worlds of faerey. She writes of dragons and swords, love and sorcery. We have been engaged in an ongoing game of Dungeons and Dragons for the last seven years. I would be ashamed of having done this to her but I am too proud of her to be able to dredge up any shame. As I told one friend, her life has been touched by fairey dust and that has made all the difference.

If anyone wants to read some of her stuff send me a PM and I will give you the college web site where it is located.

And we are optimistic about the movie. We expect it will not meet our full vision of the books and are only hoping for an acceptable interpretation.