Why did I love this book?
I was first introduced to The Hobbit by my third-grade teacher, Mr. York, who read it aloud to my class. Being small for my age, and a bit of a shy homebody, I related to this inconsequential hobbit who missed his second breakfast and longed for a good pocket handkerchief as he became swept up in the terrifying events of the world outside the safety of his cozy hobbit hole. This book taught me that heroes come in many forms. That I, too, could brave the dragon’s den. That invisibility might actually be a magic power. It taught me that fairytales were for grown-ups, too, no matter what the grown-ups said. And it forever seared the great dragon, Smaug, into my mind as the quintessential dragon—huge, ferocious, clever, and insightful, a primordial force of nature worthy of respect, even from those who strove to defeat him.