Okay, as most of you who know me know, I'm probably one of the biggest JRR Tolkien fans in the world - I've had posters, paintings and drawings of Middle-Earth all over my room at home, in my flat, and if I could have afforded to bring them with - then they would have been in Vietnam as well. I've read the holy book of fantasy - The Lord of the Rings - about 5 or 6 times and The Silmarillion three times. It's engraved on the inside of my skin. I've even tried to learn Quenya when I was younger, but it was pretty much on par with my learning of Vietnamese - gutwrenchingly bad. I dreamt of the Valar, ents and Melkor. Sometimes I still do, which is just weird.
So, to my utter and most pleasant suprise, I saw that Christopher Tolkien, the genius' son, had edited a new Tolkien novel, to be published early next year. Talk about a bonus! It going to be based loosely on the "The Wanderings of Hurin" - which just happens to be my favourite tale of doomed love and despair in the whole world (matched only in doomed love and despair by the "Tale of Turin Turambar"; Hurin's son - and is to be called Children of Hurin. This better be good, but I'm sure it will because Christopher has spent the last 30 years editing the damn thing.