![]() ![]() The first few chapters I read aloud to my girlfriend as we lay in bed. ![]() Their copy was checked out but I notcied a beautifully bound book nearby, acquired by the library in 1925 but probably printed before that. So, a few weeks ago, while I was looking for The Scottish Himalayan Expedition in the McGill library, and when I had some time to kill, I went to find The Lion, The Witch, and the Warddrobe so that I could read about Narnia again, as it was all snow outside and I wanted to imagine Mr Tumnus walking by. I’ve read Phantastes and Lilith, too.īut I had somehow never read The Princess and the Curdie. ![]() I have a tattoo on my inner left forearm of a hammer, based on Curdie’s mattock (something I don’t mention very often, because who reads George Macdonald anymore?). The miner’s beast, bathing his hands in a fire made of roses, his ability to sense the animal inside the humans at court - the story has forever shaped how I read not only fantasy, but also the world. I’ve read The Princess and Curdie half a dozen times since I was young it’s a beautiful story about a young minor who is tasked with traveling to a far-off court to save the Princess. ![]()
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