I had forgotten what it was like to read something so beautiful that the words alone remind you of what it is to be passionate. How they are strung together, the choice of each so careful and deliberate that your heart soars with each syllable. So used to the simple choices of most children’s books I had abandoned the memory of things so attentively scribed. Tonight I thrilled in the sublime usage of words divine.
It has been so very long since I read something where the words alone thrilled me so. We’re only two chapters into The Search for Wondla but already my writerly self is more fulfilled and ecstatic than it’s been in a very, very, VERY long, long, long while. LOL
I’m sure for some folk this may not make even a lick of sense, but for those of you who do get it? I know your hearts will be leaping along with me on this little discovery. It really is so rare these days (among literature of ANY kind) to find work that makes your heart leap. Awesome stories? You bet, there’s a lot of them out there. Fabulous characters? Even more so. Intricate worlds? There are still a few new places to explore. But words worth reading just for the sake of how beautifully they are composed? It has been decades since I read something where the words alone made my head spin with possibilities.
I’m aware that The Search for Wondla is juvenile fiction, but if you’re any kind of word-nerd, head over to wondla.com right now. Order a paperback, hardcover edition, or even the ebook or audiobook. Trust me. Like I said, we’ve only begun to dive into our search for Wondla – we’re only two chapters in… and already I know it’s going to be unforgettable!
All around us exists a world of magick… and for a small moment I captured it all in my daughters eyes.
To a two and a half year old, everything is new, everything full of wonder. But perhaps more than any other force of nature, freshly falling snow grabs the imagination in an immensely powerful way. Having the wee girlie in my life has reopened the doors to the spectacle of sensation. I’ve always believed in the power that can be found all around us. The miraculous, yet completely tangible, world we live in. But seeing all these things through a little girls eyes only gives rebirth to the sense of awe and wonderment. The truth of being immersed in a perfect moment.
Now… I do regret that she’s standing in front of a garbage pail, but what’s a mom to do. A perfect moment filled with magick happens where it happens. Not much I could do about it. 😉