Between Middle Earths
in The Puritan’s Town Crier
“When my boyfriend hands me his copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, his face pinches with emotion. We’re 20 and in the stage of love where we want to share everything with each other. This, he says, is the greatest thing you’ll ever read. I’m surprised by the book’s thickness but excited to finally delve into the grand tale of elves and wizards I keep hearing about—it’ll be a nice change from the John Irving marathon I’ve been on for the past year. I stuff the book in my purse and my purse becomes the shape and weight of a brick. I can’t wait to read it, I say. I never make it past the prologue … ”