~ Happy reading ~
More precisely I remember two books reading first. And you could kill me, I didn't know which one was truly the first. One was a book about a irish setter who lost his lordling and had to struggle a lot until he found another friendly one eventually. But here I can't remember the title anymore (my brain's a mess).
But the other one I remember well:D.
The Hobbit by John R. R. Tolkien
I was six or seven years old when I read The Hobbit first. I remember really well that I had been rolling on the floor with laughter when one drawf after the other knocked on Bilbos round door. It was hilarious back then. Today I'm wondering about my childish self because I can't reproduce that funny feeling. That's a bit sad, isn't it?
Nonetheless I cherish The Hobbit. It the first fantasy book I read myself. The book which channeled a love for that gerne deep in my bones. A humorous and a sad book at the same time, still a favourite combination of mine. Yes, I like it to think about all these things.of it...