I devoured just about anything from the library as a youngster and then gradually became aware that there were 'classic' books that, once read, inferred a kind of status upon the reader (I was from a council estate and very influenced by my 'betters' - how times change! .) So, I ploughed through Shakespeare (yummy), War and Peace (yawn), Ulysses (Unhh? ), Steinbeck, etc. etc. When I finally got around to Lord of the Rings I knew I'd met my match. Try as I may, I just couldn't get beyond the first few chapters. I think I must have left that book unfinished at least five times - before, wonder of wonders, I finally 'got it' and then I literally couldn't put it down. I was often still reading at 5 o'clock in the morning and it ruined my social life, such as it was at the time. I have now read it twice and I'm so glad I persevered.