My roommate decided, last week, that she wanted to reread the Lord of the Rings trilogy. She’d probably be done them now, really, if we hadn’t run into a little snag: we can’t find the first book. We can find copies of the second and third, but neither of us are sure where our copies of Fellowship are. They have to be around here somewhere, but as to where, who know?
Fastforward to this past Saturday, when we were out running a few errands. One of the stores we visited had second-hand books for a decent price. Even though I have enough books (more than enough, but let’s not go there), I browsed through to see what they had. Covers caught my eye! I called her over! “Quick! Lord of the Rings books here!”
She rushes over and we pull out the books on the shelf to find… books 2 and 3. The first book of the trilogy was nowhere in sight.
Sometimes it seems like the universe conspires against you when it comes to reading material…