Now, it's practically impossible to find. My hometown library doesn't have it; my sister took it out of the elementary school library, and then I read it too. My current town's library not only doesn't have it, the whole library network it's part of doesn't have it--but I did finally get it out on interlibrary loan several years ago (it came from a couple of states away), and read it to my kids, who loved it. The tall one mapped it. If only I had saved that map, I could have sent it to the author.
One place they pass through in the book is the Shophosian Mists, a place that's always misty. This morning, I felt like I was in the Shophosian Mists. I could see the microdroplets blowing past me. I have my own imagining about a land of perpetual mists--ghosts and memories are alive and wander around in it...but the plot is too weak, falls apart right where it should get to a climax, so I won't be writing up that story anytime soon. Anyway, I'm happy working on the Noon and Midnight Lands.
I'm reading the second volume in the Black Magician Trilogy, by Trudi Canavan. It's called The Novice. Trouble is, when it's lying on the floor in my study, it looks to me like it says The Invoice. I guess I have work on my brain? Finances?
- Current Mood:
tired
- Current Music:Laurie Anderson: Big Science
Comments
I'll think about it. It *would* be nice to have it--then the tall one could get a sense of the geography again, make his map again, and we could send it to the author. Don't you go getting it for me, though, promise? You have to save your pennies for other things.
BTW, while googling the book's name, your journal was, oh, the third hit or so. Craaaaaazy.
And one more thing to note, POOL'S CLOSED.