Although Katie and I were both 11 and both loved reading, I didn't get her.
“Have you ever read Lord of the Rings?” I asked.
“Yeah. It was really boring.”
I stared at her. That was my favorite book in the universe. Dad had read the whole trilogy aloud every few years since I was four. “What?”
Katie shrugged. “We were just too young when my dad read it to us.”
“Oh.” I could, at least, comprehend a child with a short attention span. “How old were you when he read it?”
I despaired of us ever becoming friends.