Recently H has been watching the Hobbit films. Now normally I’m a ‘read the book first’ kind of girl, but in this case watching the films has got him to read the book which we’ve had kicking around the house for ages. Not only that, having demolished the book, he was eager to read The Lord of the Rings.
Now if you have read The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, you will know that there is a very definite step up between the books. I remember The Lord of the Rings having a powerful story, but being a bit bored by the pages of Elvish poetry and the like. I read the book in Sixth Form and wondered how H would get on with it as he is only 9.
H asked me to order The Fellowship of the Ring (the first book) from the library. I did that and it arrived. Then began a saga. I went to collect it at a time the library was normally open, but when I got there it was closed for a meeting that library staff were attending (Birmingham City Council are looking to make yet another round of cuts to the library service and they should be ashamed of themselves, but that’s another story). So I couldn’t get it.
Saturday came around and H wanted his book, so I offered to take him if he did a 5 minute photo shoot for me first. We took the pictures and off we went. On arriving at the library we found that it was closed ‘due to inadequate heating’, so we couldn’t collect the book. H was very upset and wanted to know if we could get it from another library.
At this point I had visions of driving around the West Midlands trying to find a copy. I suggested we get it on my kindle, but that wasn’t popular as he prefers an actual book. I wondered if it was available on Amazon Prime Now (it’s not). Then it occurred to me that my parents might have a copy. I gave my Dad a ring and yes they did have a copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. Result!
As they only live 6 doors away, I quickly had that book in my mitts. When I examined it though, I thought this looks like some sort of library book. A bit of investigation revealed that yes indeed it was and that it had probably been accidentally ‘liberated’ from a school library. In fact, I was probably the chief suspect for having committed that crime too. Somehow my teenage self must have known that one day I would need a copy of that book to hand in a hurry.