So, I guess my praise for these books has yet to end. Seriously, I am in awe of Valente’s writing skill. And I have absolutely no idea why more people haven’t been talking, praising, and hyping these books. They are pure childhood wonderment and adventure. And I know I have never read anything else quite like them.
I kind of went into reading this one with a little hesitance
because I wasn’t sure if it would be Valente’s last book in the series of not,
and I still don’t know. (Does anyone know if this is the last one?) I hate not
knowing if a book is the last. It’s like I wasn’t sure if I mentally needed to
make my goodbyes or not. Eventually though, I forgot all about my goodbyes in
preference for all of September’s adventures.
This time her adventures involve a car, the moon, a library,
her old friends, a moon-yeti, a circus, fate, very life-like photographs, and
growing up. How old does one need to be before there is no more fairyland for
them? Will September have to end up with Saturday because of something that
happened in book 1, or does she have a choice? And what if September doesn’t
have her mind made up yet about anything –how old is too old to not know what
you want from life?
In some ways I like this book the best. It became a little
bit deeper. There were more philosophical moments than ever before. And the
slight background theme of “growing up” took center stage here. I guess my
feeling of not knowing whether I needed to say goodbye or not, never completely
left me in my reading.
In other ways, this book didn’t hold the same level of magic
for me, and I’m not 100% sure why. I think part of it is the description.
Sometimes the length in which important things were explained took up too much
time. I found myself trying to get through explanation quickly, so I could get
closer to the story. And this isn’t good because the explanations in these
books make the story.
Overall though, I loved this book. I really, really, really
hope it’s not the last in the series. I rank fairyland with Narnia and Lyra’s
Oxford. And I don’t know how better to compliment it. If I ever have kids, I
will read these books to them. I give this a 10/10. And I have I to share my
two favorite quotes:
“Everyone is hungry and not only for food –for comfort and
love and excitement and the opposite of being alone. Almost everything awful
anyone does is to get those things and keep them. Even the mites and the
mussels. But no one can use you up unless you let them…The whole point of
growing is to get big enough to hold the world you want inside you. But it
takes a long time, and you really must eat your vegetables, and most often you
have to make the world you want out of yourself” (102-103).
And my last favorite quote of course comes from the library:
“A silent library is a sad
library. A library without patrons on whom to pile books and tales and knowing
and magazines full of up-to-the-minute political fashions and atlases and plays
in pentameter! A library should be full of exclamations! Shouts of delight and
horror as the wonders of the world are discovered or the lies of the heavens
uncovered or the world adventures of devil-knows-who sent romping out of the
pages. A library should be full of now-just-a-minutes
and that-can’t-be-rights and
scientific folk running skelter to prove somebody wrong. It should positively
vibrate with laughing at comedies and sobbing at tragedies, it should echo with
gasps as decent ladies glimpse indecent things and indecent ladies stumble upon
secret and scandalous decencies! A library should not shush; it should roar!"
(109-110).
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