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!
I feel especially pretty tonight. Pretty happy. Pretty lucky. Pretty special. Pretty wonderful. Not much else to say. 🙂 I have a hot hubby, an amazing daughter, and my life is full of music, laughter, and beauty. Sure, things aren’t perfect (wouldn’t be real or worthwhile if it was)… but I’m feeling especially pretty. Pretty sitting here in my fuzzy pink robe that my two favourite people bought me for Yule.
It’s a good night!
The wee girlie and I were downstairs when we heard the thunder hit. Lily-Ann’s eyes lit up, and a slow smile crept onto her face. “Momma?” “Yes?” “Can we go see what the sky is talking about?” How else could I possibly answer? “Okay.” I tickle her tiny armpits. As she doubles over in happy giggles I say “Let’s get dressed for outside. If we’re going to see what the noise is about we might as well go outside.”
I grabbed my camera as we made our way up from the basement, only to find… or rather, to NOT find, my missing umbrella. “Looks like there’s only one, but that’s okay, I don’t need mine.” I help the wee girlie tuck her blue jeans into her rubber boots, open the umbrella, and help her out the door. “I’ll just be a second Lily-Ann.” Quickly, I turn behind me to grab my camera. I may not be able to take it out into the rain without my umbrella, but at the very least I can grab a couple quick shots from the doorway.
So began our 90 minutes outside in the pouring rain. The thunder cracked, and the rain came down hard. I was soaked due to a lack of umbrella, and the wee girlie was the same… but from an entirely different cause. Gotta love how much a pre-schooler loves puddles. 🙂