By J.R.R. Tolkien
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1937
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
I first read this book in grade school. I desperately needed something to read, and I had gone through everything I was interested in that was in the children's section. Also, I wanted something that was challenging to read and took me longer than an hour to get through. My dad gave me this book. Naturally, I loved it!
Now, in honor of the movie, I decided to re-read it. Ooo, it was fun. I distinctly remember the part with Gollum and the ring. I fuzzily remembered the part with the spiders (EW!) and I remembered NOTHING about the treasure or the dragon -- you know, the biggest part of the plot. I still am a big fan of Bilbo and now I want to reread The Lord of the Rings, also. Unfortunately, I have several challenges coming up and should probably focus on those, and all of the books I'll get for Christmas.
Being a bookworm is so hard!