I found a copy of Paraic O’Donnell‘s “The Maker of Swans” while I was in Seattle, it seems the perfect thing to distract me from the news this evening and take me into some kind of sorcery, that I’m more than intrigued by, and have no clear concept of, as I’m only on page 48. I will tell you this, it has a heroine, Clara, a child of words and wonders, that I’ve fallen in love with.
Speaking of words and wonders, let’s turn to F. Scott Fitzgerald. On that same trip up the coast I left behind a copy of “I’d Die for You: And Other Lost Stories.” It’s a collection of his works that were submitted to magazines, or pitched as scripts, but were never filmed or printed. The stories are profound and strangely topical, while the introductory notes by the editor, Anne Margaret Daniel, are illuminating. I’ve just placed another copy in my Amazon basket.
When I was a kid I remember summer nights, lamp aglow by my bed, while I read until the house was very still, and all that existed was another world mapped out on the page…
Now, tell me what books are ringing your bells, I’m on the hunt for total immersion!