Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal…

H.P. Lovecraft

I’ve been a fan of fantasy as a genre since I was born. Truth be told, I read The Hobbit (Or There and Back Again; A Hobbit’s Tale) when I was Six and that’s probably when the genre sunk it’s claws in. I’ve been trying to figure out exactly, /why/ I love it and I think I know why now. It’s because it’s about where it can take you, the people you can “meet”, and the things you can do. Almost always, if the book is good, it’s almost as if the main character(s) become an extension of the reader. Sometimes I wonder how I would react if I was put into…Middle Earth, or in some other land populated by fantastical people, places, and things. I think I know how I would react now. I think I would drop to my knees, and cry. It would be a mixture of sadness and joy. I would be in this new land, ripe for exploration, but….what of my family and friends? Would they be here? But maybe, this is just whimsical thoughts, but sometimes, I like to think that there’s a hidden world out there, and all we have to do is look carefully.