When I was nine years old, my family moved from Maryland to the south of France. Eager to take in anything I could find in English, I was given a copy of "The Hobbit" and, like any nine-year-old boy discovering J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle-earth, my world was changed. As soon as I was finished, I found my way to "The Lord of the Rings" and spent an entire summer poring over a massive paperback that collected all three parts. When Peter Jackson's "The Fellowship of the Ring" hit theaters in 2001, my brothers and I camped out overnight at the Uptown theater in Washington, DC. I had just turned 19 and was between colleges, putting some geographic strain on the first serious relationship I ever had. My girlfriend surprised me, that night in December, by...
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