Okay, I'm starting to read The Hobbit. I, first off, saw where JK Rowling picked up her narration style and her calling out through the Dursleys that anything not ordinary was not to be born. Then, while Bilbo has collapsed with the call to adventure ringing through his ears, the narrator brings up his ancestor who was tall enough to ride on a horse and went into battle against the goblins. "...knocked their king Golfimbul's head clean off with a wooden club. It sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit-hole, and in this way the battle was won and the game of Golf invented at the same moment."
Excuse me while I recline on my sofa...not from tickled sensibilities, but from a tickled funny bone. You didn't tell me this book had humor.