I apparently have one hell of a lot of feelings about Redwall, most of which probably belong in a post of my own, if I can process them, but man, these books were super important to me in my pre-teens, and yeah, the thing with Veil's fate really messed me up.
I would be interested to read your post. The early books were very important to me; I think I must have found them when Mattimeo (1989) was new, because I was in elementary school and I can remember a space of a couple of years when there were only the three books and then Mariel of Redwall (1991) came out and all of a sudden the trilogy was an open-ended series. I drew pages on pages of searats. I had trouble with Jacques' eye dialect. I wondered about making desserts with damson jam. I was disappointed with the young weasel Klitch in Salamandastron (1992) being a charming, treacherous villain who eventually died for his troubles, which I guess should have been a warning sign. And I can't tell if I'd be able to read any of them again. I mean, I might or might not be able to hack the plot formulae or the characterizations, but emotionally, all the other reasons.
A woman at the music school where I took voice lessons in high school had a pet rat which used to ride around on the shoulder of her coat. I thought it was one of the coolest things I had ever seen. It was a silky, dusty grey and very friendly; it would sniff delicately at your fingers and then lick them in a sort of casually hopeful fashion, as if just asking for a friend. It had a lot of personality.
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I would be interested to read your post. The early books were very important to me; I think I must have found them when Mattimeo (1989) was new, because I was in elementary school and I can remember a space of a couple of years when there were only the three books and then Mariel of Redwall (1991) came out and all of a sudden the trilogy was an open-ended series. I drew pages on pages of searats. I had trouble with Jacques' eye dialect. I wondered about making desserts with damson jam. I was disappointed with the young weasel Klitch in Salamandastron (1992) being a charming, treacherous villain who eventually died for his troubles, which I guess should have been a warning sign. And I can't tell if I'd be able to read any of them again. I mean, I might or might not be able to hack the plot formulae or the characterizations, but emotionally, all the other reasons.
A woman at the music school where I took voice lessons in high school had a pet rat which used to ride around on the shoulder of her coat. I thought it was one of the coolest things I had ever seen. It was a silky, dusty grey and very friendly; it would sniff delicately at your fingers and then lick them in a sort of casually hopeful fashion, as if just asking for a friend. It had a lot of personality.