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Okay. Yes, it’s a blog entry about a book, and not even a particularly popular, award-winning, best-selling, hot-off the presses book. It’s contents did not change my life, though the story itself was entertaining, a YA novel if you believe it, a fantasy tale if you believe it. It’s called Winter of Fire by Sherryl Jordan. It was published in 1992.
I’m not going to go into such things as plot or theme, or any of the likewise things, because the tale within the book is secondary. I will say that if anyone actually gets curious about said book, that it is worth the moderate time and effort required to read the story.
What’s so strange about this book was how I found it. Five years ago, back when I was just little more than a young girl *cough eighth grade cough, cough,* the girl who sat next to me had an interesting-looking book on the desk. You see, I remembered nothing practical of this book. Neither author, nor title, nor whether it was soft cover or hard cover. I had just read the summary, and I remember the word ‘Quelled.’ And I knew that there was something about fire, and a picture of a girl on the cover. But that was all. And that it was from the city library in the place where I used to live. There was no chance to retrieve it, for within about two weeks I was gone.
Since, by now, everyone should know that I practically live in the library, or failing that exist there, it’s natural that I occasionally look to see what books there are. Now, I would be highly exaggerating if I said that I spent the last five years looking for this no-title, no-author book with only a word to go by. But occasionally, I would hunt for the book, wondering if I’d find it, and halfway resigned to the fact that I’d probably never get to read it.
I was assigned to straighten the YA section today, even though it wasn’t one of my areas, and the wondering if I could find the book came over me. So I searched the shelves the way I do when there’s both a time limit and the appearance of working to keep up, which is to say very sloppily. Needless to say, I didn’t find the book. So my hour of the volunteer work was up, and I did my usual. Play Neopets, check the boards and E-mail, and then went home, resigned to playing with profiles and other creative things. It didn’t get done. For there was a message on my machine, saying that a book that I had requested was at the library, ready to go. I walked then to the library, picking up this book that I had been waiting for, and then also turning in my summer reading sheet to the Mary the librarian, I perched down in a chair and started to read the book that I had requested.
This perch of mine was situated next to the YA section, and so when I glanced up from the pages, I would have somewhat of a view of the books there. And yes, at the end there was a cover that caught my eye. From the distance I could see that it carried the sticker that marked it as a fantasy book, and also the picture that seemed similar to some mostly forgotten image in my head. I walked up towards it, feeling some kind of buzz that told me this was the one. It was hardcover, so I opened the front cover and read the summary. It had the word. It was the book. The elation that washed over me then was very strange, especially because it wasn’t that big a deal. I found a book. That’s all.
Over and out.
