As a lover of adjectives, commas and words that take you places (“soliloquy” “vellichor” “ephemeral”) my heart has carried around small voids since some of my favorite books by incredibly talented authors have been read and shelved: The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, The English Patient, Harry Potter, et al.
Every now and then, I do a google search for “books to escape into” or something similar. Today I needed that book. I found it.
The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, by Catherynne M. Valente.
You see, the future is a kind of stew, a soup, a vichyssoise of the present and the past. That’s how you get the future: You mix up everything you did today with everything you did yesterday and all the days before and everything everyone you ever met did and anyone they ever met, too. And salt and lizard and pearl and umbrellas and typewriters and a lot of other things I’m not at liberty to tell you, because I took vows, and a witch’s vows have teeth. Magic is funny like that. It’s not a linear thinker. The point is if you mash it all up together and you have a big enough pot and you’re very good at witchcraft, you can wind up with a cauldron full of tomorrow.
Every sentence is a beautiful ride and I’m loving it.