They are all over the world, you see. You may not notice them in a crowd; they lead ordinary lives. But at home, where nobody is around to see them, they will hunch over a dog-eared book with an old, worn-out cover. They will smirk and sigh; they will wipe away their tears and burst with joy; they will throw the book away indignantly and then grab it helplessly back, gobbling up chapter after chapter. A lot of people would be baffled by such inexplicable behaviour. Well, I say “let them laugh!” I used to laugh just as well as much as the next man; that was until I read “The Lord of The Rings” written by Sir J. R. R. Tolkien.