Robin McKinley, Spindle’s End
In this retelling of Sleeping Beauty, Katriona attends the baby princess’s name-day, where she witnesses the evil fairy lay her curse on the infant. In the ensuing fear and chaos, Katriona is charged with taking the princess away and keeping her safe. Not knowing what else to do, she takes the baby back to her small backwater village, where she and her aunt raise “Rosie” as their own. But as Rosie grows up, she gradually becomes aware of her true identity and the terrible fate that awaits her. Robin McKinley’s novels are books of my heart, and this one is no exception. The pacing is very slow, but that just gives readers time to immerse themselves in Rosie’s world, in the homely little village community among the people and animals who love her. The book follows the fairy tale pretty closely while creating very specific characters and putting a unique spin on the ending. In short, I can’t be objective about this book; I love it and enjoyed this reread immensely.
Elizabeth Bailey, The Deathly Portent
Ottilia Fanshawe and her husband, Lord Francis, are on a journey when their carriage breaks down near the village of Witherley. They attempt to summon the blacksmith to repair the carriage, only to discover that the man has just died in violent circumstances. The locals are blaming Cassie Dale, who allegedly had a vision of the blacksmith’s death and who they believe is a witch. Tillie is convinced there’s a more rational explanation for the crime, and as she and Francis linger in town to investigate, they discover many people in the village with possible motives for murder. I liked this historical mystery, but I think I enjoyed the historical bits more than the mystery bits. I was able to guess the killer, even though the person’s motive was extremely farfetched, and there were maybe a few too many suspects. I did like Tillie and Francis’s dynamic, though, as well as the secondary romance between Cassie Dale and the vicar. I’d be interested to read more in this series, but I’ll get them from the library rather than buying.
Several years ago, someone on LibraryThing (I wish I could remember who!) posted a poem by Alden Nowlan that intrigued me enough to pick up a book of his poetry. Nowlan was a 20th-century Canadian poet from rural Nova Scotia, and his poems often deal with themes of poverty and the natural world. I doubt most of the poems will stay with me, but almost all had at least one image or phrase that struck me as interesting. Here’s one of my favorites from the collection:
“Canadian Love Song”
Your body’s a small word with many meanings.
Love. If. Yes. But. Death.
Surely I will love you a little while,
perhaps as long as I have breath.
December is thirteen months long,
July’s one afternoon; therefore,
lovers must outwit wool,
learn how to puncture fur.
To my love’s bed, to keep her warm,
I’ll carry wrapped and heated stones.
That which is comfort to the flesh
is sometimes torture to the bones.
You Book Me All Night Long 