Aging with The Hobbit

J.R.R. Tolkien’s  The Hobbit turns seventy-five today. I, however, didn’t manage to read it the year it came out. I first became acquainted with the book about twenty-five years ago. My mother, in a fit of nostalgia, bought me a boxed set containing The Hobbit and the three volumes of The Lord of the Rings. She had read The Lord of the Rings in the late 60s when Tolkien-mania was in full swing, and I think she hoped that buying me copies of the books would atone for the fact that she never scrawled “Frodo Lives” on a subway wall. Continue reading