This post celebrates that remarkable work of fiction, The Hobbit, by J. R. R. Tolkien (1937) . Where to begin? I read this timeless classic, much more than just another fantasy novel, to my three children when they were young. Then I went on to read the entire Lord of the Rings Trilogy on my own.
I was not a fan of fantasy when I was a child. My taste was more in line with Real Life. I’m not sure what inspired me to pick it up, but I suspect it was something that appealed to my own kids, something all three of them would enjoy. It makes me smile to think of Mr. Tolkien writing this elaborate tale for his own children.
I’ll admit that it was hard for me to keep track of the geography of Middle Earth, and all of the comings and goings, not to mention the unique names of the characters and locations. I recall frequently consulting the map included along with the tale. But my efforts were definitely worth it. Today I am going to see the latest film version at a local theater, hoping it will do justice to the original.