I have been saturating my mind with John Bellairs all week, and this morning I went to the library and checked out perhaps eight more (?) of his books. Gloomy autumns and winters in Massachusetts laced with fear and the horror of certain evil have been tinging the atmosphere of my thoughts for several days now-considering I've been going through a book a day. These are children's books, so that feat is not difficult, but it makes me long for a rainy, chilly autumn full of promise and scrumptious cake.
The characters appeal to me more than they ever did when I was younger, because I have finally realized how much I love history and wish that I could reenact naval battles in my tub like Professor Childermass (the historical account in one hand and a stick to move the ships in the other), or be able to name off all eight men who murdered Julius like Johnny Dixon.
In the end, I realize how little I know of history and that is why I also checked out a history of the samurai and a history of English ladies-in-waiting. I just realized that while I know plenty of Japanese ladies-in-waiting, their names and habits and lifestyle (at least during the Heian period, *cough*), I know nothing of England's except for Anne Boleyn.
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