From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Saturday, July 2, 2011

Shouting it from the rooftops!

I can't believe it. I FINALLY found a book that I have been searching for.

I have been looking everywhere I can think of for the last SEVEN years for this book. And tonight I found it!

 Wee!

AND it's available on Amazon!
 AND it was available for $0.01!!

I can't believe my good luck. I can believe it is a tender mercy from a loving Heavenly Father... I was having a really crappy day and this makes just about everything better.

SO I bought it. Just like that. I also bought another one. Just in case.

I love love love this book. It has wonderful illustrations and unique stories. It also has great, popular, stories. My favorites (and the way I was trying to find the book) are The Dog Who Thought It Was A Cat, and Rikki Tikki Tavi and Snow White and Rose Red. There is also a dragon story... and I can't wait to get it in the mail! I'm off to do a happy dance!
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