I have been aware of The Hobbit from a young age, and it was a book I wanted to read for a long time. But with all the books I could read being loans from the public library, and the popularity of Tolkien keeping the library copies out of my reach for a long while, I manage to get hold of a copy only in my teens.
By that time, fast moving storylines, nifter narratives and main characters held more appeal than the concept of hobbits and dwarves, nor did I appreciate tbe beautiful linguistics the professor applied, even to such a “simple” book meant for children.
The book, not unexpectedly, was returned barely touched. I admit to being disappointed that it was not more happening after all I’ve heard about it, but I did add the title to my list of classics to eventually read, “eventually” being the operative word.
There, along with LotR, TH would continue to languish, and would have continued to languish but for a twist of fate. In 2002, after being shaken to the core by the movie “The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring”, I bought the book and finally read it end to end, for the sake of completion since I have ploughed through LotR, but also partly in aid of my fanfic writing endeavour.