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butterflydreaming) wrote2005-12-22 05:44 pm
butterflydreaming) wrote2005-12-22 05:44 pm
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Medicine Road for the sick girl
"Have you noticed how very few people ever bother to look up? A whole world exists above their heads, but nobody ever seems to pay much attention to it." (My favorite Charles deLint concept.)
I just closed the back cover on Medicine Road, which I started reading this morning. I've started Christmas weekend early -- a gift of sorts -- by having today off, so I went to the library. The idea of spending my unexpected free day reading was too delicious to pass up. The High Point library has a pleasant, sunlit reading area with both hard and squishy chairs. More importantly, it's not my apartment.
I perused what was on the library shelves and found the slender 200 page deLint beckoning. This is a new-ish novel, 2004, not a Newford tale but one set in the Southwest desert. With the rainy and cold day outside, I curled up by a window and slipped into the luxury of a day to read. The story is wonderful. Two of the Dillard girls from Seven Wild Sisters are involved, and the whole cast is a delight -- spirits, shapeshifters, and even the purple-haired hotel clerk. I had forgotten quite how much I love reading Charles deLint... he weaves the magic world and the modern world so comfortably together that it seems natural that an Old One would ride a motorcycle.
I loved the Charles Vess illustrations, too.
I took a little break in the middle of the day to go home, eat, have tea, and chat with L. Then I snuggled up with the rest of the story.
I just closed the back cover on Medicine Road, which I started reading this morning. I've started Christmas weekend early -- a gift of sorts -- by having today off, so I went to the library. The idea of spending my unexpected free day reading was too delicious to pass up. The High Point library has a pleasant, sunlit reading area with both hard and squishy chairs. More importantly, it's not my apartment.
I perused what was on the library shelves and found the slender 200 page deLint beckoning. This is a new-ish novel, 2004, not a Newford tale but one set in the Southwest desert. With the rainy and cold day outside, I curled up by a window and slipped into the luxury of a day to read. The story is wonderful. Two of the Dillard girls from Seven Wild Sisters are involved, and the whole cast is a delight -- spirits, shapeshifters, and even the purple-haired hotel clerk. I had forgotten quite how much I love reading Charles deLint... he weaves the magic world and the modern world so comfortably together that it seems natural that an Old One would ride a motorcycle.
I loved the Charles Vess illustrations, too.
I took a little break in the middle of the day to go home, eat, have tea, and chat with L. Then I snuggled up with the rest of the story.