The hardest thing to date in my life.
We just put our most beautiful cat to sleep.
In a way that is a good term, as she looked like she was sleeping after. She is so perfect.
A lot of crying and a lot of emotion. Even though you know you have to, and it is the right thing and the right time – you always want a little more. Some more head pushing, purring, under the covers, face to face, in the pudge.
I really love that cat. More then I do most people. She loved us – more then most people. An emptieness sits in me now.
I don’t know where it will go or what it will do. This is a new journey for me. Lost.
But she is more peaceful and without pain. That was the strong gift we had to give.
Our responsibility. Our Task. Our lives. Our Time. Now.
Listen to this and be warned – the first bars are misleading. It starts off like a twangy piece of country – then you hear that voice and something lifts in your soul. The soft guitar fuzz creeps in and you start to realize you are hearing something special. Then the chorus breaks over you like an avalanche and you don’t know where it came from or which way is up. Sizzling cold fury breaks along your breadth and you don’t know how to think anymore!
Among Others by Jo Walton, is a book long on promise, but short on delivery. Shortlisted for the Hugo and receiving high praise, perhaps left me with expectations too high.
The basic premise is excellent. 70’s schoolgirl who has family issues, highlighted by a crappy mother (who doesn’t) AND talks to fairies. We’re left waiting fo the magic and the story arc to mix in a fairly violent way.
OH how we wish we had magic to help solve our daily issues, yet for Jo Walton the moral implications of use can be tricky. This is the strong point of the book, as far as the fantasy aspect. There is a great ‘system’ of magic in use. A combination of druidism and fairy magic that is simple, effective and, most importantly, believable.
The book is really a coming of age story of a teen-age girl, yes she can do magic and yes she can speak to fairies, but that is much background and has little to do with what plot there is. While Mor is shipped off to boarding school, there is no Harry Potter moments here. She is just a kid shipped off to boarding school, reflecting vague attempts to fend off her mother’s attacks. Here as in many other places in the novel, we are given a hazy idea of what is happening, but without any great detail or description.
The best part of the book is in the late trend of homaging a genre – like in the films Hugo or The Artist. Jo Walton here gives us a who’s who of Sci-Fi, Fantasy via Mor’s speed reading capabilities. For me these were the high points, as I was able to wax nostalgic over my reading history. While I may use this as reference for the future, it did not capture me in the story.
Perusing the Amazon reviews, I found what I expected to find, a majority of reviews from woman. This is a coming of age story about a girl, and I think it would have resonated a bit more with me had I been born female. As it was, I was happy to see a bit into the mind of a teenage girl – might help me in my relations!