In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty diry wet hole, filled with ends of worms and an oozy smell…
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We were in mourning for my mother, who had died in the autumn, and I spent all that winter alone in the country with Katya and Sonya.
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Previously published: Toronto, Ont. ; New York : Viking Canada, 2003. Includes index.