The Hobbit - or There and Back Again - by J R R Tolkien.
This is my own slightly battered paperback copy, dated (in fountain pen - yes, I also wrote with fountain pens, then) 11.09.1986, (the day I first read it). The date, ink, writing and my own signature are all still clear and legible, years later. I remember exactly where I was when I read it.
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit."
Has there ever been such a wonderfully enticing opening sentence to a book? Okay, I'll admit - or concede - that the opening line which reads "Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again" runs it close.
"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."
Such a seductive and inviting introductory paragraph, which sets the scene, and tone and the atmosphere of what is to follow. You want to find out more, reading this opening paragraph. You can already see the port, the wine cellar, the ale, the pantries, the comfortable armchairs, roaring fires, and a well-stocked welcoming kitchen. You want to visit this hobbit hole and make yourself blissfuly at home there.
No CGI can create this.
With that, I shall pour myself a glass of Châteauneuf-du-Pape and lose myself in the world of hobbits for a chapter or two.