Don't need a coat and you don't need your shoes
I am returned from Christmas, which was celebrated this year with
rushthatspeaks,
spatch,
choco_frosh, and my parents. The front steps were icy enough for A Muppet Family Christmas (1987). We opened stockings and exchanged presents or IOUs as needed. I have cider caramels and new socks and Alan Garner's Treacle Walker (2021), which my mother somehow managed to order from England in a year when shipping within the continental U.S. is fraught with disappointment and tears. (I did succeed in obtaining a piece of
elisem's jewelry for one of my husbands and the autobiography of Arthur Anderson for the other.) We had the traditional roast beef followed by the traditional plum pudding alight with the traditional brandy. Listening to Emily Smith's "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" reminded me again that theologically-lyrically I have almost a negative affinity for that song and emotionally-musically I am deeply attached to it. I heard it first in the 1935 A Tale of Two Cities. My brother and my niece will be coming over for Boxing Day, as is also traditional, which gives us time to fashion another Paleozoic postcard. Until then, I plan to read with cats.

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Somehow it seems that this could be said of most if not all of Garner's books. Anyway, good to know that there's a new one!
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It's very true. I liked this one! It's a small spare memoir-ish myth-circle and an aspect of the ending reminded me of Patricia A. McKillip's The Sorceress and the Cygnet (1991), although it might not anyone else.
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Good to know! Sounds appealing--though I'm not putting anything onto the tbr list for a little while yet.