Hello to any of you who are visiting and reading for the first time, lovely of you to stop by, and welcome back those that have been here before.
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A lovely lady adopting a brilliant little boy!
Recommended Reads: Young Adult Fiction
The Old Kingdom Trilogy by Garth Nix
‘Sabriel’ is set in two realms Ancelstierre, an alternate reality early 20th century England, and the Old Kingdom. The Old Kingdom is a land of magic and danger, where spirits from the dead and Free Magic roam the land. Ancelstierre is run by politicians who deny the existence of magic north of Wall, the border between the two lands.
The book is named after it’s heroine, Sabriel, a girl from the Old Kingdom who has been raised in a boarding school south of the Wall. Sabriel’s father is a Necromancer, binding the walking dead and putting them to a final rest, preventing them from performing evil deeds at the hands of an unknown villain.
When Sabriel is sent the necromancy tools (a set of 9 bells which are used to bind spirits into death) by her father, she realises something is desperately wrong, “he himself was unable to return to the realm of the living… And that meant he was either dead, or trapped by something that should have passed beyond the final gate”. She must travel to the Old Kingdom to rescue her father and prevent the great evil’s return.
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Whilst working at the library, part of my job is to help write content for the library blog. I’ve not yet managed that, but now that I’m on borrowed time there (see this post) I feel like I need to make up for lost time, and in doing so have decided to start a new section of this blog. And I’ll tidy it up and send it to whoever it is on the council to put on the library site.
It seems fitting that I’m getting around to writing this as The Ocean at the End of the Lane has just been awarded the Book of the Year by the National Book Awards’ public vote.
Neil Gaiman is an author I originally happened upon by chance, through TV and film. About 9 years ago a friend gave me a chunky video box containing two tapes. It was a BBC TV production of Neverwhere. I’d never heard of it but it had an interesting premise when reading the blurb and a fair few recognisable actors in it. My friend said I could look after it permanently as he’d managed to find a DVD copy at great expense from America. But if I was ever thinking of getting rid of it, I was to hand it back to him. I’ve still got it somewhere.
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“Little town, it’s a quiet village.
Ev’ry day like the one before…”
Well not exactly the same everyday, but it seems to feel that way a the moment. I feel like I’m in limbo still, living in the village I was born in, working in the town I grew up in. I’m doing extra hours as someone left and they’re yet to replace him, so that’s good because otherwise I would probably be spending my days off sitting in bed in my pajamas watching ER or Grey’s Anatomy and eating chocolate. And frankly that’s not going to do anyone any good now is it? Nope, better that I go to work, read books (in my lunch break), put stuff away, find books for people, chat too people and help children make things. And it is a lovely job. I like libraries, I like talking to people and helping out with things, but there’s only so much time you can spend living with your brother and his girlfriend before you feel like you are very much imposing.
‘Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can’t you tell?
Never part of any crowd ’cause her head’s up on some cloud
No denying she’s a funny girl that El (sic)
Look there she goes that girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she’s feeling well
With a dreamy far off look, and her nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us is El (sic)
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