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Book: The Wild Wood
Feb. 11th, 2018 08:05 pmSometimes books just...come into your life at the right moment.
At the library, I had been looking up something else and came across a title for Charles de Lint I wanted to look at. I forgot, though, before I left the library that day. The next time, I remembered his name but not the title, so I just found him on the shelf. The book I got--The Wild Wood--was not the one I had originally seen. Reading the back, though, I thought maybe I needed to read this one anyway.
Sometimes books find you.
Eithnie has lost her inspiration for her paintings, which are technically good but lack spirit. She goes to stay at her cabin in hopes of reconnecting with the natural world. While there, she starts having strange visitations from the local fae.
The fae are both a metaphor and entirely literal. This is a paradox that deeply pleased and reassured me. I needed this sense of weird possibility right now. The lush descriptions of nature were just gravy, of course.
I read the whole thing in a couple hours--it's a thin book--and I'm inclined to read it another time or two. I want to really work the story into my skin.
At the library, I had been looking up something else and came across a title for Charles de Lint I wanted to look at. I forgot, though, before I left the library that day. The next time, I remembered his name but not the title, so I just found him on the shelf. The book I got--The Wild Wood--was not the one I had originally seen. Reading the back, though, I thought maybe I needed to read this one anyway.
Sometimes books find you.
Eithnie has lost her inspiration for her paintings, which are technically good but lack spirit. She goes to stay at her cabin in hopes of reconnecting with the natural world. While there, she starts having strange visitations from the local fae.
The fae are both a metaphor and entirely literal. This is a paradox that deeply pleased and reassured me. I needed this sense of weird possibility right now. The lush descriptions of nature were just gravy, of course.
I read the whole thing in a couple hours--it's a thin book--and I'm inclined to read it another time or two. I want to really work the story into my skin.
