OK, so Michelle has read it, I'm in the middle of it (about the point where Boq falls in love with Galinda at the school) and Karen has a copy to start reading now... so if anyone wants to post on it...
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In a weird way it sorta reminds me of The Red Tent (Mich...have you been able to find a copy of it yet? You'd love it!)...I guess only because it's taking an old story of myth or fairy tale genre and exploding it into something fleshed out with fully developed characters and also it's from the perspective of someone who was pretty flat and static in the original story. Obviously, the Wicked Witch of the West was just supposed to be pure villain in The Wizard of Oz, but here she is portrayed as a sympathetic character. Also, the "good guys" are not portrayed so sympathetically here (at least so far).
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A favorite poem of mine. I would like to share...KD
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim,
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no step had trodden black
oh, I kept the first for another day!
yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I-I
took the one less traveled by,
and that had made all the difference.
Robert Frost
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim,
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no step had trodden black
oh, I kept the first for another day!
yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I-I
took the one less traveled by,
and that had made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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