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Seems that I´ve had too much free time this last week, coughing up my lungs (which are a bit battered since my intense flirt with asthma when I was a teen) and mentally sending my son packing who´d had passed that virus of hell to me. Nevertheless I was able to skim various journals of acquaintances of old. It´s funny how many former steadfast Tolkien addicts have turned their back on him. It´s the Tolkien-has-become-boring-I-need-something-new-thing that must have hit them hard, just like it has hit me then, five years ago, and I banned all those precious books into cardboard boxes and stored them in the cellar. Good thing is: the books are back in the shelf next to my bed (which spared them a trip into the dustbin, since the big rain ruined what else had been stored in the boxes). Bad thing is: having read so many fabulous things about Avengers(???) makes me wonder if I might have missed something important. I dimly remember that I once must have seen some film about Avengers but did not like it (it´s always the books which make a lasting impression on me, never films, sorry, Peter Jackson). Now please, oh please, enlighten an old woman: there has to be more than one film to watch, right? Any chronology necessary? My Amazon gift account is currently bursting at the seams, so I better spend some of the money, even if it´s possibly rubbish I´ll be ordering!