Wayne was born at a very early age and has not died yet, which is something he considers to be a bit of an achievement.

He joined Freemasonry in 2006, went into the chair for the first time in 2011, and started giving talks across several Provinces in early 2017, before joining NWAMS as a speaker in 2021.

He Is an accidentally established Masonic author and has had articles published in several Masonic and non-Masonic periodicals.

by Wayne Pendragon Owens

I am an Author, Freemason, Rosicrucian, Blood Biker, Widows Son, CodeNinja, Spod, Hacker, Son, Uncle, Brother, Man, AN INDIVIDUAL!

6th March 2026

The 30 Day Book Challenge – Day 05

The idea is delightfully simple: for 30 days, you post once a day in response to a book-themed question. That’s it. No essays, no footnotes, no need to summon the ghost of Shakespeare, just honest answers, curious reflections, and maybe a few cheeky confessions about your reading habits. I have decided to take part this year, and since I picked a month with 31 days (I know it would have made more sense to use a 30 day one) I am using March 1st to explain what I am doing.

Each day brings a new prompt: favourite characters, memorable endings, guilty pleasures, and the books that made you weep, rage, or fall in love with the written word. It’s a gentle nudge to celebrate your literary life, one post at a time.

So why not give it a go? Dust off your bookshelf, sharpen your wit, and join the challenge. Thirty days. Thirty questions. One slightly eccentric bookworm’s journey through the pages.

DAY 5. – Your “comfort” book.

This prompt is the toughest so far, which sounds impressive until you remember we’re only on day five. Still, credit where it’s due: it made me think.

I’ve been sitting here eyeing up my bookshelves, packed with titles that each carry their own memories and meanings. But which one counts as my “comfort” book? Which one is the old faithful?

Well, if frequency of reading is the deciding factor, then the winner is obvious: The Lord of the Rings.

I first read it when I was about eleven or twelve, and I’ve returned to it more times than I can sensibly admit. In fact, it might be the only book from my childhood that I still read today. If that doesn’t earn it comfort‑book status, nothing will.