Snuffles and woozles

[annwfyn]

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*sneeze*

Bah humbug. Chinese New Year failed to happen last night due to disease. I woke up with a sore throat, and systematically began to feel worse and worse throughout the day, so by evening time I was about capable of lying on a sofa feeling sorry for myself. I think it's just a nasty cold in the head, but there was no way I could sensibly go wandering around Chinatown when I'd started to go slightly giddy and feverish.

Today I am feeling much better. My nose is blocked up, I'm sneezing and I'm weirdly hot wherever I go, but I can breathe a bit better and I'm not feeling unsteady walking downstairs.

*snuffle*

I shall, however, spend today curled up on a sofa with some books and try and avoid moving much. Oh - I did go and see Ocean's 12 yesterday afternoon. I suspect that might have been an error, but Catherine Zeta Jones did have great hair in it. Vincent Cassel, sadly, came across as mostly rather camp.

I'm vaguely pondering books today. Mostly I'm pondering the existence of books which you have read a dozen times, but can still read again and just find the flow of the words comforting. I spent yesterday and a chunk of today reading the Queen's Quarter trilogy by Midori Snyder, which I am aware I need to somehow get to fire_kitten at some point! They are amazingly comforting books. I've read them often, but I can keep reading them, happy to just be in the company of Jobber, and Shedwyn and Tayleb. Do other people have books like this? What would be your rainy snuffly day read of choice?

Comments

[lanfykins.livejournal.com]

I rather liked the 'dealing with the Wild Magic' aspect of Greenwitch, but other than that it didn't really stand out to me.

The Grey King and The Dark Is Rising were far and away my favourites. And I have them all in hardback :)

When the Dark comes rising
Six shall turn it back
Three from the circle
Three from the track
Wood, Bronze, Iron
Water, Fire, Stone
Five shall return
And one go alone

Iron for the birthday
Bronze carried long
Wood from the burning
Stone out of song
Fire from the candle-ring
Water from the thaw
Six signs the circle
And the Grail gone before

Fire on the mountain
Shall find the harp of gold
Played to wake the Sleepers
Oldest of the old
Power from the Green Witch
Lost beneath the sea
All shall find the light at last
Silver on the tree

Or, indeed,

On the day of the dead, when the year too dies
Must the youngest open the oldest hills
Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks
Then fire shall fly from the raven boy
And the silver eyes that see the wind...

But I don't remember the rest of that one.

[lilitufire.livejournal.com]

Mmm... I love Susan Cooper's stuff.

I also have an old Alan Garner box set with Wierdstone, Moon, Owl Service and Elidor.