I don’t like to read fiction fantasies. For it’s hard to imagine the unworldly characters, and you keep looking back at the perplexing relationship-map to recall who is who. Now, if you are a fantasy fanatic, you might be grinding your teeth. But I believed all this before I read The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.
I tried my hand at the young-adult stuff, but half way through The Book Thief, I realized it was not my cup of tea. Out of frustration, and for a change, I picked up The Hobbit.
Boy, what an excellent read it was!
First thing you notice as you start the book is Tolkien’s ‘involving’ writing style – you don’t feel like you are reading a book, rather you feel like you are the Hobbit.
I’m a nature lover, and Bilbo Baggins’s (the hobbit’s) adventure through the mountain passes, over the brooks and streams, and through the thick forests left me with an awe. Many a times I even had dreams about all these.
Throughout the book, I desperately longed to be in the Hobbit’s shoes: ride the ponies through the journey, fight the evil, and in the end do the right thing and return as a winner. But then, isn’t life similar to the Hobbit’s journey? – The good, the evil, and the triumph of the good over the evil?
The Hobbit for me is a symbol of courage. And Bilbo Baggins reinstated my belief that it is the journey that matters the most. The end is just an end – it doesn’t has the thrill of the journey.
So, even if you are not an habitual reader, you should read The Hobbit at least once. Give it a try, and I’m sure you’ll thank me for it.
For me, I’m eagerly waiting for the pack of The Lord of the Rings to arrive.
My Rating: ★★★★★