I also memorized the Dwarvish rune lettering that is used on the maps and sleeve art, learning them well enough to write camouflaged cheat sheets for school spelling tests (a foolproof technique that I exploited for years.) I couldn't count how many times I copied those maps by hand, or made Xerox copies of them for use as props or gaming material. While I loved the book, I was probably just as captivated by the cool maps on the inside covers as the story itself. So even though the book was, by this time, over 40 years old, it still seemed very much new and relevant to what was going on in my fantasy-rich world. This was also the summer that a strange new game was starting to get attention in my circle of friends, having trickled down from older siblings and some of the bigger kids at school: Dungeons & Dragons. At 255 pages, it was the biggest book I'd read by that time.
It was the summer before starting fourth grade that I first read J.R.R.
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