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The Hobbit

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Archive Book Review: The Hobbit

When I read it, I feel like I’m listening to my grandpa telling me a bedtime story that he makes up on the spot

Review Date: September 15th, 2012

Cover Copy

Bilbo Baggins is a reasonably typical hobbit: fond of sleeping, eating, drinking, parties and presents. However, it is his destiny to travel to the dwarflands in the east, to help slay the dragon Smaug. His quest takes him through enchanted forests, spiders’ lairs, and under the Misty Mountains, where he comes across the vile Gollum, and tricks him out of his ‘Precious’ – a ring that makes its bearer invisible, and wields a terrible power of its own.

The Hobbit

Review

I love the way Tolkien writes. When I read this book, I feel like I’m listening to my grandpa telling me a bedtime story that he makes up on the spot. This is a classic, and for good reason.

The Hobbit

First Line

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

Favorite Lines

  • …Golfimbul’s head clean off with a wooden club. It sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit-hole, and in this way the battle was won and the game of Golf invented at the same moment.
  • When they got to the top of it, leading their ponies, they saw that the great mountains had marched down very near to them.
  • Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.
  • More terrible still are thunder and lightning in the mountains at night, when storms come up from East and West and make war. The lightning splinters on the peaks, and rocks shiver, and great crashes split the air and go rolling and tumbling into every cave and hollow…
  • There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something…
  • I imagine you know the answer, of course, or can guess it as easy as winking, since you are sitting comfortably at home and have not the danger of being eaten to disturb your thinking.
  • It faced south and was still warm and filled with the light of the westering sun which slanted into it, and fell golden on the garden full of flowers that came right up to the steps.
  • As soon as it was light they could see the forest coming as it were to meet them, or waiting for them like a black and frowning wall before them.
  • Occasionally a slender beam of sun that had the luck to slip in through some opening in the leaves far above, and still more luck in not being caught in the tangled boughs and matted twigs beneath, stabbed down thin and bright before them.
  • Their feet ruffled among the dead leaves of countless other autumns that drifted over the banks of the path from the deep red carpets of the forest.
  • It seemed as if darkness flowed out like a vapour from the hole in the mountain-side, and deep darkness in which nothing could be seen lay before their eyes, a yawning mouth leading in and down.
  • There it is: dwarves are not heroes, but calculating folk with a great idea of the value of money; some are tricky and treacherous and pretty bad lots; some are not, but are decent enough people … if you don’t expect too much.
  • There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; a thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber. Beneath him, under all his limbs and his huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away across the unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things, gold wrought and unwrought, gems and jewels, and silver red-stained in the ruddy light.
  • It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.
  • This is of course the way to talk to dragons, if you don’t want to reveal your proper name (which is wise), and don’t want to infuriate them by a flat refusal (which is also very wise). No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it..
  • Never laugh at live dragons.
  • While there’s life there’s hope!
  • …there they rested for a while and had such a breakfast as they could, chiefly cram and water. (If you want to know what cram is, I can only say that I don’t know the recipe; but it is biscuitish, keeps good indefinitely, is supposed to be sustaining, and is certainly not entertaining, being in fact very uninteresting except as a chewing exercise.
  • …and the lake rippled red as fire beneath the awful beating of his wings.
  • The dragon swooped once more lower than ever, and as he turned and dived down his belly glittered white with sparkling fires of gems in the moon…
  • Their banners were countless, black and red, and they came on like a tide in fury and disorder.
  • …and drove in upon their ranks like waves upon cliffs of sand.

Last Word

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Mother, reader, writer, and book club organizer; Michelle serves as a customer support representative for Nerdy Post and has worked as a freelance editor.

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