Actually, me reading The Hobbit was quite the fluke, because when I first started the story up it was only because it was Thursday of the first week on the month and I had to get a novel going for the reading calendar, The Hobbit was just in the right place at the right time. It's funny cause I had originally started to read it in grade seven but only finished the first couple of chapters. I forget exactly why I hadn't liked it then, but had stopped after just a bit. Anyway, I have taken it back up now and actually am QUITE enjoying the read.
             The story begins in the small home of Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit, hobbits are small plumb people with hairy feet and round faces. Hobbits are usually anything but adventurers. They are more of the peaceful people that would rather stay have tea in the sun than to go and take a roller coaster ride. Bilbo was having his daily smoke just out side of his hole in the hill, however was somewhat rudely interrupted by a tall and old stranger with a preposterous wish to have Mr. Baggins accompany his thirteen friends on a great crusade. Biblo promptly denies the somewhat ludicrous idea, unfortunately Bilbo had quickly asked the man to come for tea sometime; this way Baggins would keep a nice and respectable reputation. The next day when, as scheduled, the doorbell rang it was not a tall bearded man to greet him but a small dwarf. The dwarf, as if at home, sat down and made him self at home; twelve more of this type came and only on the thirteenth did his cloaked friend come to join him w!
             ith the group leader. The night went well into morning and Bilbos pantry was almost cleared when he finaly learned of why there were there. Thirteen was an "unlucky" number and they wanted him as a burglar. It took tales of richness and good biddings finaly awaken the Took in Bilbo. The Took was his mother's side of the family, a more adventurous side to the Hobbits. Now him and his new foun...