May 27th, 2009

Lost Girl

The Land of Was

I'm sitting here at 2 in the morning sobbing because I just finished Was and it is so amazing, so awful, so beautiful and brilliant and full of terrible grace that I just can't bear it at all. This little book that I read in two days, over planes and cars and ferries, furiously dug my heart out and laid it bare. It's been a long time since I read anything that made me cry so hard, that burrowed down into my bones and shook them to make me listen, and remember, and yearn.

If you haven't read this book and you are close to me, you need to read it now. And then come hug me. It's pointless to try to tell you what it's about. Suffice it to say I will never think of The Wizard of Oz the same way again--and I want to dive back into those old books with abandon. I'm only barely able to say why it meant so much to me, except to say that girl is me, that broken, bruised girl, except instead of a substitute teacher making a magic book out of my gray life, I did it myself. But that's not even why, or all of why, anyway. It's just...one of the best books I've ever read, and it smashed all my buttons at once.

I only wish, god, I wish I had read this on the plane to Wiscon instead of from, so I could have told Geoff Ryman how he flayed my soul and patched it back up again in 400 pages.

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