Teaser Tuesday – The Hobbit & The Story of Edgar Sawtelle

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (Make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

Look, I know I already finished The Hobbit a week ago, and there’s a good chance you’ve read it already, but I don’t care! I liked this line from The Hobbit so much that my husband and I have gone back several times just to read it and laugh about it all over again, so I’m sharing it on Teaser Tuesday this week! In addition, I just finished The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. There was one part that gripped my heart so hard, I just hard to share. So this week, two teasers.

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

From The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien

His rage passes description — the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but never before used or wanted.

This quote is, of course, referring to Smaug the dragon, who’s just discovered that someone has stolen something from his cache. (I don’t consider this a spoiler because obviously this book involves the dragon, and what is a dragon story without someone stealing something from their giant mound of shiny things?)

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The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, by David Wroblewski

From The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, by David Wroblewski

It came to him then, a wholly new thought, that Nathoo was neither his name nor not his name; that even “Edgar” was a thing apart from his real name — the name Almondine had bestowed upon him in some distant past, long before he learned to carry ideas in time as memories, and whatever name that was had no expression in human words or gestures, nor could it exist beyond the curve and angle of her face, the shine of her eyes, the shape of her mouth when she looked at him.

(Almondine is Edgar’s dog; a lifetime companion who seems to know him better than he knows himself.)