‘In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.’
Started reading it yesterday and I may say it’s brilliant
On a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive.
