When I saw this title,Some Kind of Fairy Tale by Graham Joyce I had to grab it. One of my favorite places to visit is the Fairy Glen in Uig, on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. In the middle of rolling hills is a little space that resembles a bad case of tooth decay when seen from afar. Upon close examination via a curvy single lane farm road is a magical place of beauty and magic. I’ve spent hours at this fantastic place just reflecting. Another fairy place is Dunvegan Castle, also on Isle of Skye. It is the official home of my ancestors, the Clan Macleod. One of our myths is the Fairy Flag. So Joyce’s book called me.
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So where was Tara for the past twenty years? Who was that man on the most beautiful white horse she met in the Outwoods in the middle of the magical bluebells? Why doesn’t she look like she hasn’t aged? Where is her baby? Are we dealing with a changeling? All these questions suddenly emerge as Tara shares her story with her brother who she tells him, he will hate her when she is done. Their twenty years were only six months to her. Lots happened while she was gone to her parents, her brother, and her former boyfriend, Richie. To help Richie, she asks for just a minute to prove her story. Will the psychiatrist solve this one?
There is something unsettling about the fairy world. Tara spends her return figuring it all out for everyone else with the help of some unlikely people. So if a man happens along and asks to snip some blossoms from your tree, say no. What a whimsical, magical, fantastic story.
A great quote from the text: 'Youth fears nothing because it knows nothing.'
Now I should return to some of my more favorite fantasies: A Midsummer Night's Dream and The Tempest
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