Monthly Archives: January 2014

A tale of woe and bathtubs

Today, I share with you the story of how I’ve come to possess 3 (soon to be 4) copies of The Lord of the Rings. Back in 1998 I started high school, and I was taking journalism with this young teacher named Van Wyk. I absolutely adored Van Wyk, he was  wiry, skinny, vaguely dangerously Russian looking — what I… Read more →