I first read The Hobbit when I was in third grade, and it was like learning how to run before learning how to walk. I didn’t really like reading before I stepped into Middle Earth. My dad had a yellow copy with tattered corners that I always looked at on his bookshelf. His bookshelf was impressive. I used to stand and run my fingers over the spines. I wanted to like reading, but it was too hard for a long time. I would look at his books, and The Hobbit was one of my favorites.