I was in the habit of checking out books from my middle school library, whose collection was as small, and the stacks about as short, as you would imagine. Mostly now-long-forgotten tripe. My mom said, “every other book you read should be something that really feeds your mind.” And she pointed out Fellowship of the Ring. I was far too young for it, but she knew that wouldn’t stop me. And here, because of the grace of mom, go I. Thanks, mom.