A "hobbit hole." The hobbits live in idyllic subterranean homes with circular doors. Hobbit Day takes its name from this fictional culture of halflings.

I was going to post a poem explanation today, but realized that it was going to take a lot longer to write than I expected. I still wanted to post something, because as you might have noticed there was no book review yesterday. That’s because I’m still hard at work on a mountain of a novel, Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov. Gee, I really have to check those names three times for typos. Anyways, I probably won’t be finished with it for next week, but I will have a poem explanation for you (or explication, as my high school English teachers would have called it). Sneak peek — it’s going to be about T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” which is one of my favorite poems as well as a quite challenging one to tackle.

What is this post about? It’s about Hobbit Day!

What is Hobbit Day, you might ask? And as you might expect, it’s a party (not an unexpected one, unfortunately!) that takes its theme from The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien’s masterwork. (Sorry, Lord of the Rings, but The Hobbit has to take top marks from me.) I’m a big hobbit fan. Tolkien was a genius!

On Hobbit Day, one cooks in the morning and eats a lot in the afternoon, enjoys good company, tells riddles, indulges in a treasure hunt, and has lots of fun. Here are some the things we eat, in list form:

  • Seed cake (lemon and poppyseed)
  • Pork pie, apple pie, beef pie, you name it pie
  • Roast lamb
  • And so on and so forth… I’m hungry already!

My family likes themed parties. One year we had a Wallace and Gromit party. Wallace and Gromit, for those of you who don’t know, are the stars of a popular claymation movie series. The hobbit party, though, is the only one that’s stuck. This is going to be the 14th annual Hobbit Day… which means that I was six years old when the first one took place! Back then, it was just my family, my closest friend and her family, and my grandmother. Now it’s fifty-odd people, and I’m always looking for more. Anyone remotely close to me is in danger of getting an invite to Hobbit Day. But who wouldn’t want one? Food, food, and more food… do you hear me, people? And riddles. And singing. Did I mention the singing?

If you follow me on Twitter, I’m sure I’ll have time to treat you to a few pictures of the food. If you don’t, perhaps I’ll save them for a more involved post on hobbits and Hobbit Day. I do love me some hobbits. (I hear the chorus already… NERD!)

But honestly, The Hobbit remains one of my favorite books. It was one of the first long books that my dad read to me as a child, it was the first book I read on my own after learning to read, and it’s a book I’ve read again and again throughout my life. So, to conclude this brief post, here’s a piece of wisdom:

You can usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

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