I'm off to do that in a few, but I wanted to lend you a few words for the day. Roll them around in your mind. Taste them, let them trickle down your chin and drip onto your toes, soak into the ground and blossom.
The world is word, and must be spoken, rooted, danced. Cloud and clod are one root, so that a sky of stone, a fell of heaven, are the deepest magic of necessity. So flying is to walk on law. Waking sun will bid it rise. The light is borne by travelling, A springs from O. The way is earth, here and now, though it lie through cloud or commonplace; and elsewhere is the coming home.
~Moonwise pg 218, Greer Gilman
I have been chewing on Greer Gilman's book Moonwise for a month now. That is very unlike me. I usually finish a book in a week and am off to another. This book, however, is not like anything I've ever read. I guarantee it's like nothing you've ever seen. That excerpt is just a taste of the art found between the covers of this tale. Trust me when I say it takes a bit to wrap your mind around her language. It's like reading an epic poem strung out to music that only your soul can hear. This is my third time attempting it and I'm 75 pages out from being finished.
You don't read this book, you savor it. It devours you, demanding attention. I wish I could give it all for a day, to be fully consumed with prose. But alas...
Happy Thursday all!
Question: What book(s) have you read that completely turned your world upside down due to language, imagery, voice or vision? Open my eyes to some wondrous tales. I'm waiting :)