i grew up on old-school grimms tales, where evildoers were drawn and quartered, or rolled down hills in barrels with nails hammered inward. i cut my teeth on mythology of all sorts and my love for folktales hid for years, before bursting out with a vengeance.
courtney sent me a link to this story a few days ago, and it’s enchanting. you have got to read it. i can’t even pick a part to excerpt because it’s all luminous. it’s not very long. do yourself a favour and read it.
having a spot of beautiful prose in one’s day never hurts (except that one line in for whom the bell tolls, that is about robert jordan remembering the sun on maria’s hair, which is so beautiful it is painful because it makes me think of the things i will always remember about my fondest love, who is gone beyond me forever and it’s hard to admit and i will always carry those happy/sad memories beating within me).