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Valentine's Day + The Moorchild
Happy Valentine's Day! I'm wearing my heart-covered socks and my swishy black skirt, and but for the lack of a rose in my hair I could twirl the halls as the Spirit of Valentine's Day.
(The rallying cry of the Spirit of Valentine's Day: "Chocolate for everyone!" Possibly I should acquire a large chocolate box and scatter largesse as I go.)
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In other news: I scored The Moorchild! A copy came in at the used bookstore and never even made it to the sales floor, because I saw it and I cried "I'M BUYING THIS."
I must have checked that book out of the library a hundred times as a child; I loved it to distraction. It's about Saaski, a changeling child - half-human and half-Folk and not quite fitting in either world - who tries, tries, tries to be a good child, but can't help running wild on the moors playing her bagpipes, and her parents who in turn try so hard to love her - and her eventual escape.
The dedication of the book is "To all children who have ever felt different." You can see why I loved it so.
To this day, I automatically believe that anything to do with moors must be wonderful - frightful and wild, maybe, but wonderful. This caused great cognitive dissonance when I read Wuthering Heights.
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And finally: reading Prisoner of Zenda! Enjoying it so far, though I think there's something questionable about affiancing oneself to a princess while one is pretending to be king. Isn't she going to have to uphold her promise and marry the real king when he returns???
(The rallying cry of the Spirit of Valentine's Day: "Chocolate for everyone!" Possibly I should acquire a large chocolate box and scatter largesse as I go.)
***
In other news: I scored The Moorchild! A copy came in at the used bookstore and never even made it to the sales floor, because I saw it and I cried "I'M BUYING THIS."
I must have checked that book out of the library a hundred times as a child; I loved it to distraction. It's about Saaski, a changeling child - half-human and half-Folk and not quite fitting in either world - who tries, tries, tries to be a good child, but can't help running wild on the moors playing her bagpipes, and her parents who in turn try so hard to love her - and her eventual escape.
The dedication of the book is "To all children who have ever felt different." You can see why I loved it so.
To this day, I automatically believe that anything to do with moors must be wonderful - frightful and wild, maybe, but wonderful. This caused great cognitive dissonance when I read Wuthering Heights.
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And finally: reading Prisoner of Zenda! Enjoying it so far, though I think there's something questionable about affiancing oneself to a princess while one is pretending to be king. Isn't she going to have to uphold her promise and marry the real king when he returns???