Submitted Date 06/20/2021

Ever nurse a book hangover? I have. And the most recent one came after I had finished reading "The Hobbit" by J.R.R. Tolkien for the third or fourth time since becoming an adult. Oh, I've read it more than that. I probably read it at last that many times as a kid.

"The Hobbit" was my first foray into the world of high fantasy. I remember when the cartoon movie came out. I never missed watching it when it was on television, and I remember begging my mother to take me to the Central Valley Library so I could check out a filmstrip projector and the filmstrip of the movie. I would use my closet door as the screen and go on an adventure with Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf, and the dwarves of Erebor.

Now we have a live-action version and I don't care if you like Peter Jackson's trilogy or not, I do. And yes, I still cry like a baby at the end when – SPOILER – Thorin dies, in the movie or the book. I have a soft spot for Thorin. Always have.


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