One of the greatest sights I've seen so far on this cross-country book tour for
Fobbit
was when Joe C., a family friend I haven't seen in about 35 years, showed up for the reading in Seattle with a copy of the novel which looked like it had been through a war itself. The spine was creased and curved like it had been propped open face-down at many points as Joe made his way through the story. There was a dark grey scuff mark on the cover, as if it had fallen to the floor of a car a...
Published on October 09, 2012 12:09