Not light reading, but illuminating.
This post, however, is not about that post. This is its own post and is not dependent on some old-timer post. This is new blood. This is one of the smartest and brightest.
No it's not. Joking! There's actually no pressure on this post. It can just be without judgment--at least no judgment from me. It may be judged harshly by others, but that's between the post and those people--not really my business.
Here is this post:
I must confess. I just read the first part of The Hobbit and skimmed the rest, because--this is difficult, but I will just let it gush out in one agonized admission--I HATED it!
I know!! How is that possible?!
I don't know what to tell you, but I couldn't care less about poor Bilbo Baggin's adventures. I didn't care when he was stuck in the mountain. Couldn't care less. I didn't care when he was in the forest and there were spiders everywhere--I had faith that he'd get out of it somehow. But, I was not worried or concerned.
I knew his compatriots would fare OK too--even the big one who had to do things by himself.
I never read about the dragon--I assume they managed it--right?
I just blithely, and without a twinge of regret or guilt in my conscience, carelessly skimmed to the end and read that Bilbo got back home and they were impudently selling all of his stuff! But, even then I didn't care...
I felt great sympathy for when Bilbo was hungry--which was a lot of the time. But then they'd be a guest to someone and eat some roasted haunch and drink up water or mead or ale.
I liked the character of Bilbo Baggins. I hated the story of The Hobbit.
There, I said it. Do with it what you will. As I said, it's between the post and you--leave me out of it.
P.S. If you must know, I also hated the first Batman movie, the musical Chicago, feathered hair in the late 70's and early 80's, The Bridges of Madison County...
Go ahead, chew on that!