If you are willing to put aside the hyper-sensitive, arrogant, post-20th century viewpoint that this book is a racist treatise on the superiority of the white man, if you are willing to dig deeper into the text and work at understanding the non-English words and religious concepts, if you are able to look for the deeper meanings, shades of meanings, and hints of meanings, then you are in for a treat.
In Rudyard Kipling’s Kim I experienced colonial India of over a century ago rising up around me. I became immersed in the sights and sounds of a rich land filled with colorful people, a blend of races and creeds that I cannot imagine being contained on a single canvas. I felt a sudden longing for India which I had never felt before. And I felt the desire to spend just one day with Kim, a courageous and streetwise boy, as he travels the dusty roads with his beloved master, begging a meal, winning a smile and a favor, helping a fellow poor soul.
I may or may not read any other Rudyard Kipling books, but I will definitely read Kim again. I consider it a masterpiece of literature that requires a fair amount of hard work to unlock its breadth and its beauty. And although I read the whole book, I feel as if I did not read some parts well. I think everybody who reads this book will take something different away.
With the many fantasy books on the market these days, it is easy to forget where it all started. Reading Tolkien for me is like going home. The Hobbit was one of the first fantasy stories I read, so it may have an unfair advantage on my sensibilities. But I believe the characters, the action, the details of the world Tolkien created- all still hold up against the best that has been written in the field. For this and many other reasons, I include The Hobbit as one of my classics.