… as well as The Hobbit, The Silmarillion and his other works.
This applies pretty much to any kind of book and book lover out there.
What really compels one to read the same book time and time again, when they already know the outcome?
Since this post also serves as a kind of self-reflective examination, I thought best to write it down as a monologue between myself, to try and understand what moves one to re-read a favourite piece of literature over and over. It reminds me of Galileo Galilei’s Dialogue Concerning the Two Chief World Systems, in which three individuals discuss differing views on the orbit of the Earth and the Sun.