“A tree isn’t a woman; it doesn’t bear a single seed. It scatters as many of them as it can, and hopes for some of them to grow.”
Every ten years, a mysterious sorcerer called The Dragon comes down from his spooky tower and chooses a most beautiful, clever girl in the village. He’s done this for a century, and the town keeps giving up their girls. Everyone knows it’s going to be Kasia–she’s perfect in every way. But losing her best friend isn’t what Agnieszka should fear the most.
Do any of you ever listen to music and find yourself absentmindedly conducting the air with one of your hands? I did that while reading this book. I have read poetic prose before. And I’ve even read really beautifully descriptive books about music.
But I’ve not ever actually read a book, that’s not even ABOUT music, that makes me FEEL music.
The magic in this book left me panting, breathless–the spells were more intimate than the actual sex. If I could have reached out and touched it, I would have been electrocuted. I’ve never seen magic like this in anything I’ve read before–of course it’s too racy for Harry Potter, but even Patrick Rothfuss didn’t pack THAT much power into his elemental series.
It’s the flow of the prose that really sets this book apart. The Polish fairy tale based on Baba Yaga is lovely, but I just can’t get over the music written into the story. I’ve never seen an opera, at least not a full one, but somehow I want…no, NEED…one written from this book. It’s destined for the stage. I am almost always happy to see my favorite books turned into movies, because I like to see my favorite characters personified, but this…this can’t be captured by Hollywood. I need the music, and I’m not sure even Broadway can do it justice. There’s just too much power there, something special. I think it needs to be opera.
Who do we know who can make this happen?
Obviously this is going on my MUST READS list. It may be my number one fantasy this year.