The Hobbit: Or a Review That Will Go There and Potentially Back Again

To recap: this year as part of a challenge from Emlyn Chand I'll be reading twelve books from my childhood and reflecting on how it's a different experience years later. Really it's just a good excuse to read some books I haven't read in a while and blog about 'em.

Well, anyway, the first book I went with was The Hobbit, which I first read in the 6th grade and haven't read since. This was in no small part influenced by seeing the trailer for the new movie. That trailer is unreal and after I saw it, I realized I couldn't remember most of the actual plot details from the book! So, with my fancy new Kindle, I downloaded The Hobbit Enhanced Edition. This fancy edition comes with full color versions of Tolkien's own drawings spread across the book AND audio recordings of Tolkien himself reading/singing passages, which added a new piece of fun to re-reading the book.

One of the first things that I noticed while reading was the style of Tolkien and it's something I do in my writing but to a lesser extent (and not as well, I might add). He does it as if he's actually narrating, not writing. He's telling you a story before bed, side comments included. It's such a remarkable violation of everything you've been taught about writing, how could I not love it?

Writing in grade school, my teachers always said I write too much like I'm talking but I always felt that was better for reading. Maybe I wasn't fully aware of it at the time but somehow I knew that if something reads like it's from a friend, you'll be warmer to it and thus you'll be more willing to trust and join the characters. In The Hobbit, we don't just get Bilbo's tale, we get Bilbo's tale the way it would be told around a campfire. There is no more classic way to hear a story.

After I finished the book my biggest revelation was simply that I had forgotten how good it really was. But beyond that, I'd forgotten how much I enjoy a good fantasy book. I've been reading so much 'hard' science fiction recently that I forgot how much fun it is to enter a world that is completely separate from our own. Little unassuming Bilbo goes off on his adventure and encounters trolls and goblins and dragons and those are just, plain fun.

There are possibilities here.

What was really cool about this reread is that it got me thinking about stories and worlds I'd left behind long ago. And there's no reason to leave them behind. I never thought they were too childish they just... weren't what I was doing at the moment. It started me questioning some of the fundamentals of my storytelling and that is more than I could have possibly asked for (it even inspired a rather fabulous idea for a web series that will combine my more current love of science fiction with the older love of fantasy in a most intriguing fashion).

At the end of the day, The Hobbit is probably one of the most purely fun reads that I've had in a while and I can't wait to reread The Lord of the Rings later this year.