I was 12, it was raining. I leaned into the broad shoulders of my favorite armchair, and watched the raindrops race down the pane and onto the sill. My fingers absently traced the spine of The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien; the book was my father’s copy, illustrated. Opening the book, the pages unfurled like an eagle taking flight. Fantastic images flew by as I scanned the interior. I took a few more moments to watch the raindrops, and then I turned to the beginning chapter “An Unexpected Party”. Page one began,
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”
From that day onward, The Hobbit has been a story that I cherish and love. The world that Tolkien created is unparalleled in its imagery and richness. J.R.R. Tolkien was one of the brightest
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”
From that day onward, The Hobbit has been a story that I cherish and love. The world that Tolkien created is unparalleled in its imagery and richness. J.R.R. Tolkien was one of the brightest