In my efforts to discover a new title to read I found myself turning back to The Lord of the Rings for inspiration. I have not read the trilogy (although actually was one volume) in a few years and found myself being enmeshed in the loss of Gandalf and the journey of Frodo and the rest of the Fellowship. While I love all of the books, it is The Two Towers that captures my attention with gravity. I found myself sitting in the driveway, completely swept away as Treebeard planned to head to Isengard and Gandalf the White emerges a himself and not himself. It is a wonder, and I am reminded of how wonderful the world of fantasy can be.

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