The Hollow Places by T. Kingfisher
***WARNING* FREE FLOWING TRAIN OF THOUGHT RUNNING OFF THE RAILS BELOW***
Why was I thinking that a book which on the cover bares the comment from PUBLISHERS WEEKLY (why in all caps?? Why no possessive 's??) "Chilling... This one is a keeper for horror fans." would be the fun-filled, humorous romp of Danny Dragonbreath or Harriet Hamsterbone? Noooo. While I was still harboring such expectations on page one when I read that uncle Earl owned "The Glory to God Museum of Natural Wonders, Curiosities, and Taxidermy" - calling to mind both "Eyegore's Curiosities and Monster Museum (note - with an apostrophy) in Cawker City, Kansas (best known as home of the "Largest Ball of Twine") and the wedding/reception of my friends and neighbor's Dave and Mary (in what now must no longer exist- because I've searched for it and for it's name recorded for posterity - but was a little white wedding chapel and taxidermist in Fayetteville NC).
"...But I keep thiking about what they say about fairies, you know?"
"What?"
"If you eat or drink food from fairyland, you have to stay there forever."
"I thought that was only pomegranates."
"No, that's Greek myths. Jeez, what are they teaching kids in schools these days?
"You're what, four years older than I am?"
"I'm forty-one."
"Seven years, then. Apparently they phased fairyland survival out of the curriulum before I graduated."
People in America see knagaroos a lot, often in areas completely devoid of kangaroos. I don't know if this says more about kangaroos or Americans.
Finally - this spoke directly to me - who has honestly not updated this blog with anything personal in forever...
I hadn't updated the museums's webiste for ages and was starting to feel guilty, but I couldn't very well tell peolpe about the willlows. When there is a protal to hell or Narnia lurking upstairs, you tend to fall behind on blogging.
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