I’ve always been a fan of fantasy books. My mother is to blame …
My mom comes from the generation that read Tolkien, smoked pot, and tried to figure out the deeper meaning behind his epic book. She passed on to me the love of middlearth and all things full of magic and wonder, and yeah … maybe some pot. In this day and age of science and hard logic sometimes you need something full of mystery and flying horses (I love flying horses! yes I know their called Pegasus, bite me).
Anyway maybe it’s time for a little magic in the world, for three wishes, and frogs that turn into princes. And maybe even love that last forever and evil that can be slain …
If I find trolls under my bed I’m going to wish for a little less fantasy. I would take a flying horse though …
