I'm back to reading Lord of the Rings. I'm in "The Two Towers" right now (actually, I just finished it last night), and I'm really enjoying it. I've read them before, but it's been several years, and some of the stuff in them I don't remember from the first time around. It makes things in the movies make more sense, too, since I've watched them several times since reading the books.
So last night, I was at the part where Frodo and Sam are in Shelob's lair (Shelob is a giant spider, for those of you who are uninformed). I know what's going to happen. They're creeping along in the dark.....
Suddenly something comes hurling through the air and lands on my face. I screamed and jumped, and almost fell out of bed.
Paul, not knowing what part of the book I was at, had thrown a tshirt or some article of clothing at me from the darkness of the other room. I don't know what my brain told me it was, but it nearly scared me to death! You know how you get all tingly and prickly after a major scare? That was me.
So apparently I get into my books. I knew I enjoyed reading, but didn't know I took it that seriously!
LOL! That's Hilarious! But totally something I would do. Guess what I'm doing? Getting ready to start the Twilight Series...I know I said I wouldn't but someone is letting my borrow their books so I caved.
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