The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien
Oh, The Hobbit. Such fond memories. We had a great collection of the Lord of the Rings books while I was growing up. They were paperback and all fit in this tidy little box together. In fifth grade, we had to choose a book to do a book report on and for some reason that I will never know, I chose to do The Hobbit. I started it and was immediately lost. I told my mom that I didn’t really “get it” and she said, “It’s fantasy. You aren’t supposed to get it. Just keep reading. It’s amazing.” So I took her advice.
And I was lost the entire time. I never really understood what was happening or why.
When it came time to give the book report, I had my first true experience with B.S. :) I just got up there and rambled on and on for about 5 minutes, or whatever the time period was we had to talk. I remember that I made a poster board and everything, all the while having no real idea what was going on. It was magnificent.
Just recently, I decided to re-read The Hobbit and this time I got it and really enjoyed it. I tried to start in on the rest of the series, but again, I was just lost. Maybe I’ll give it 10 or 15 years and give it another go. Hey, it worked with The Hobbit!
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