My first experience with Tolkien occurred in the autumn of 1967 when I picked up
The Hobbit and
The Fellowship of the Ring to read on a business trip to southwestern Spain. I finished reading them in three days and had to go cold turkey for another two weeks without knowing if Merry and Pippin were rescued, whether Frodo and Sam encountered Golum or were captured by Saurons evil minions, or whether Galdalf would rise again like the phoenix.
The worst of it was, this was during Spain's Franco years and there weren't any other books for sale there worth reading. So I couldn't even find a murder mystery, or a spy or an adventure novel; and of course any other fantasy novels had yet to be published, even at home, for Tolkien was just then making his splash in the USA.
As I was waitng for the ferry ride back home from Seattle, after landing at the SeaTac Airport, I found a bookrack which had both
The Two Towers and
The Return orf the King and bought them forthwith and started reading right away. I later read them all to my wife.
I had to endure waiting another ten years for
The Silmarillion to be published; though I was able to find Tolkien's short stories and poems and did have the enjoyment of many re-reads of
The Lord of the Rings over the intervening years. I also found both the BBC's and The Mind's Eye's audio versions of
The Hobbit and
The Lord of the Rings. I also found the two
Lost Tales volumes; but hadn't even heard of the rest of the
H.O.M.E. series or
Unfinished Tales until I found Planet-Tolkien four years ago.
(Oh what a relief! After spending 45 minutes on the above, my computer locked up when I hit the save post button; I thought you the reader had probably been saved from being subjected to the above reminiscence.) 