The first time I read Lord of the Rings I was about 12 years old. When I reached Frodo's encounter with Shelob I was *so* upset thinking Frodo had gone through so much only to die right at the end. My mum had to console me and tell me Frodo wasn't dead so that I'd keep reading!

A weird 'favourite' memory I know, but it was The Hobbit and LotR that sparked a life-long passion for fantasy. It was reading my first Discworld book (Going Postal) a few years later that really cemented it. And to think I only picked up The Hobbit because it had a dragon on the cover. 😆