"I've thought of something amusing for the winter," I said as we drew into a half-circle around the glorious wood-fire in Uncle Alec's kitchen. It had been a day of wild November wind, closing down into a wet, eerie twilight. Outside, the wind was shrilling at the windows and around the eaves, and the rain was playing on the roof. The old willow at the gate was writhing in the storm and the orchard was a place of weird music, born of all the tears and fears that haunt the halls of night. But little we cared for the gloom ...
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"I've thought of something amusing for the winter," I said as we drew into a half-circle around the glorious wood-fire in Uncle Alec's kitchen. It had been a day of wild November wind, closing down into a wet, eerie twilight. Outside, the wind was shrilling at the windows and around the eaves, and the rain was playing on the roof. The old willow at the gate was writhing in the storm and the orchard was a place of weird music, born of all the tears and fears that haunt the halls of night. But little we cared for the gloom and the loneliness of the outside world; we kept them at bay with the light of the fire and the laughter of our young lips.
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I didn't read the first book in this series, so I felt in the dark most of the way thru the book. I loved L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables series, you could pick up any one of them and jump right in. Any of her books are worth reading. I will get the first book & see if I can "catch up" to the continuing story that is "The Golden Road."
Tarissa
Oct 2, 2014
Perfectly delightful!
Oh, I sooo enjoyed this sequel to "The Story Girl". Both of them together create the most delightful of books.
Now that I've finished reading it, I feel sad to leave my new friends behind. Beverley, Felix, Cecily, Peter, Felicity, Dan, Sara Ray, and, of course, Sara Stanley (better known as the Story Girl). Such charming friends that I won't soon be forgetting. Oh, and Patrick Grayfur too, for a good cat mustn't be forgotten either.
Their antics kept me laughing, and their paltry tragedies molded a saddened expression upon my face. To experience the highlights of their days with them... to hear the stories that the Story Girl shared... it is wonderful to be included in their little group of friendship.
The only thing that didn't enlighten me with pleasure, however, is the ongoing talk of Peg Bowen being a witch. I suppose in the children's confused minds, it's the only explanation for her weird habits, although I wish they didn't have to discuss it quite so often.
To depart with these children now is hard, but I shall probably revisit the pages of their stories again someday.
