Book 46

"The Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien

Yup, I finally came through on my "I really must read that now" promise. After three false starts when I was younger, I've actually finished the book and I gotta say I enjoyed it. It wasn't the most rivetting thing I have ever read, nor did it alter my perception of the genre (coming, as I do, a good forty years to late for that to happen), but it was an interest story with a wonderful use of language and without the dull, dull, dull digressions of the more "grown up" LoTR books.

It's the use of language that I think stood in the way of my reading this when I was younger and helped me enjoy it more now. With my studies, and the strange way my brain works, an interesting use of language can keep me reading long after a weak plot would've had me putting a book down and the qauint, "nice" use of words in this book had me, if not enchanted, then at least kept my interest alive.

I'll not go on a plot exploration (remember, I'm catching up on a month worth of postings here, I have to keep things short), but will wrap up by saying that I'm glad I read this one, if for no other reason than to fill that little wole in my knowledge of the geek canon.

Three arguing dwarves out of five.