I’m craving comfort right now. Comfort books. Cozy clothes. Heat packs and fires. Not even winter and I feel that chill set in, but the snow is so beautiful.
If I’m honest with myself, I’ve wanted to read Harry lately. I’ve never gone so long with picking up one of the books, but I’m still working through my hurt as the fandom navigates a way forward (and away) from the books that helped shape us. It still makes me want to scream. Some more time.
I picked up Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones again this week instead and watched the movie, one of my favorites, this evening. I love most Miyazaki films, but this one about found family, magic, the power within us fills my heart up. It gives me the same cozy vibes as The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune.
I even thought about picking up Series of Unfortunate Events again. I really am feeling children’s books right now, despite the stack of unread books on my shelf. I go hard for my angst, but sometimes you want to dip into some magic and just be pulled along by the pure adventure of it.
I think about this C.S. Lewis quote sometimes:
When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.
C.S. Lewis
With Lve,
Natalie