As I may or may not have mentioned before, The Hobbit is my all time favourite book, no questions asked. It’s the prequel for the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, which I shamefully have not read, nor own. I definitely need to read them whenever I get some time to myself.
The first time I came across The Hobbit was a completely random moment. I was camping (either at the Forest of Dean or the New Forest) with my family, and at the main entrance there was an information hut. Outside of the hut was a few shelves of books, and they operated a ‘take one, leave one’ policy. I can’t remember if I actually did leave anything behind, but I picked up a copy of The Hobbit. It was a pretty battered edition, the one to mark the 50th anniversary, and had a picture of Smaug on the cover. The spine was badly cracked and since then, the book has become even more worn, as I’ve read it several times.
At the time, I only read the first couple of chapters, but struggled to get into the book and continue to read on. Still, I took the book home with me and probably just shelved it for a few years. When I finally managed to read it for the first time, I enjoyed it. I didn’t think it was anything amazing, but by the time I had read it again I was in love with it.
Last Christmas I was given a newer, hardback copy of the book. The edition is based on the edition published in 1995 with an excerpted preface from the 1987 edition that I originally had. As much I loved my first copy of the book, there’s something about a hardback book that feels so much nicer to read. I remember when I was on holiday in Wales with Bekah and her family, I woke up early one morning, and took my book out on the balcony, and sat in the fresh morning air and read.