For me, this is an easy question. Of course, it’s The Hobbit.
The Hobbit was probably the first “grown up” book that I read, or more accurately, was read to me. My Dad would take my brother and I and read it to us. I vividly remember those nights, cosy in bed, being transported to a fantasy world of hobbits, wizards, and magic. Looking back, that’s probably where my love of fantasy came from.
Years later as a teenager, I reread it and was blown away once again. Not only did it remind me of those nights, but it also started my obsession with reading. I was that girl in school that was constantly reading a book. Now, I’m that adult woman who constantly writes and reads books. Who woulda thought, huh?
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