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The sole, lonely cricket left after Monday's massacre has just started to sing. This is the first time I've heard him since the massacre. It reminds me of something Laurell K Hamilton made her character Anita Blake say about part of the book 'Charlotte's Web' in her book 'Cerulean Dreams'
'"Summer is over and gone, over and gone" sang the crickets.' Then there's a bit about how people usually think that this bit is a sad bit in the book, but not for Anita because after summer comes autumn and her favourite time of the year. In this book, she and a few special friends begin reading to each other because it's something they miss, and some of the special friends, like me, were never read to once they could read for themselves. It's also a very intimate, relationship thing - you don't read your favourite childhood books to people you don't care about.
And so, listening to the cricket sing reminded me of that part of the book. I like Laurell K Hamilton's work. Her broken people tell you little things every so often that remind you how, over their lifetime, they got to the point of being broken. And her good people always do their damnedest to protect the people they lay claim to - not just the people they care about, but the people that they feel responsible for even though they can't stand them.
Edit: That should be 'Cerulean Sins', not 'Cerulean Dreams' - I think I was flashing on the next one, 'Incubus Dreams'.
'"Summer is over and gone, over and gone" sang the crickets.' Then there's a bit about how people usually think that this bit is a sad bit in the book, but not for Anita because after summer comes autumn and her favourite time of the year. In this book, she and a few special friends begin reading to each other because it's something they miss, and some of the special friends, like me, were never read to once they could read for themselves. It's also a very intimate, relationship thing - you don't read your favourite childhood books to people you don't care about.
And so, listening to the cricket sing reminded me of that part of the book. I like Laurell K Hamilton's work. Her broken people tell you little things every so often that remind you how, over their lifetime, they got to the point of being broken. And her good people always do their damnedest to protect the people they lay claim to - not just the people they care about, but the people that they feel responsible for even though they can't stand them.
Edit: That should be 'Cerulean Sins', not 'Cerulean Dreams' - I think I was flashing on the next one, 'Incubus Dreams'.
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