JRR Tolkien

I have little to say about this masterpiece of literature that hasn’t already been said by countless others. I could ramble about the intricacies of the worldbuilding for days (I have before and will again), I could expound upon the wondrous plotline and increasingly fascinating characters for hours, and I could wax philosophical about the necessity of the message of hope, love, and enduring bonds of friendship found throughout all six books for years. In a way, I suppose I’m doing all that right now.

I read these books every year, and I have for over a decade. My copy pictured on The Bookshelf has quite literally had the covers read off it; I read a different copy this year because that one is falling apart. For me, no other book weaves worldbuilding, love, and wordcrafting together, and no other man at any other time could have written it.