Melody Murray's Books

*blinks curiously, wondering how she could possibly be back in this quotidian setting after the intensity of the world she was just in*Yeah, it's one of those books. I read more than half of it at Powell's yesterday, having become oblivious to any other book after picking it up. Then I read half the night, and slept tangled in dreams that left shivery footprints which evaporated when I opened my eyes to see where the blood was. I finished it this morning while my coffee cooled on the nightstand, unheeded. And I'm not all the way back yet because I'm sure that somewhere behind me, somewhere very near there's something not quite safe. And I like it. Lovely prose, bewitching fairy-tales, beautiful illustrations. One for the permanent collection.