Bilbo Baggins was having a relaxing time in his hobbit-hole, and was much too contented smoking his pipe, when adventure
came knocking on his door. Soon, he found himself the fourteenth man in a company of dwarves and wizard, setting off to the Lonely Mountains, meeting strange creatures he had never before seen in the comforts of his own world. Each being offered
adventures of his own; and, as the danger loomed near, Bilbo wished more than once to be back in the safety of his hole. Still, the
adventurous side of him grew, and he learned things about himself he never thought he possessed.
The prelude to the greatest fantasy ever told,
The Hobbit holds its own in the fantasy genre and captivates readers of all ages. It is here where the reader is informed as to how the Ring of Power, which would become instrumental in
The Lord of the Rings (also by the same author, J.R.R. Tolkien), came into the possession of Bilbo Baggins. More than that, however, this enchanting novel transports the reader into a world of fascinating creatures and dangerous adventures. The elaborate manner in which the author describes the world he created makes the reader long for it, if only to escape the drudgery of his own world. I, personally, am amazed at how the author can so easily kindle in me an adventurous spirit...but it could be, that like Bilbo, I have had it in me and it just needs a little prodding.
I cannot wait to start on
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy...