A house burns to the ground while the family who live in it stand outside and watch. All bar two, that is: the absentees are the father, who is away at work, and the youngest daughter Izzy. Everyone knows it was Izzy who burned the house down, because that’s just like her: ever a wild child, impossible to control, Izzy has been the family’s unpredictable rebel practically since the day she was born.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~ Emily Dickinson
I knew there would eventually be a post in which this gif would be sadly relevant.
This week I read a few books, but wasn’t in the mood for anything particularly intellectually challenging so most of them were light read novels.
I went back and forth on this book so many times I still can’t quite decide what to say about it.
It’s unusual, that’s for sure. And it’s good. Very good? Very good. I think.
It’s about a girl called Fizz, and also about the universe.
I really didn’t mean to buy a novel I really didn’t mean to and yes I know I get them in the post for free anyway so why would I bother buying one it’s just that it had a pretty cover and an intriguing blurb and so whoops it jumped off the shelf into my hand and then my bag and then came home (via the till, obviously, I’m not some kind of book thief).
Anyway, I’m glad I bought it, because it was good. And kind of intriguing.
This is not a novel. I had to keep reminding myself of that all the way through.
This is not a novel. This is real life. These things happened, and are still happening, and sadly will probably continue to happen for a while yet.