For, like all Proper Things, it made me think, it made me wonder, it made me grow.
A bit of preface:
Patrick Rothfuss is the type of author that gets into your head spaces, plonks down and armchair, and makes himself comfortable. The first two volumes of his Kingkiller Chronicles get pulled of my shelf at least twice a year. They are that good, read in and read out, and I'm (only somewhat) patiently waiting for the next.
This is only tangentially about those books.
Under the University where Kvothe, the Kingkiller Chronicled so ably, learns Sympathy and Naming, in the deep Lost places, there is a girl. A broken thing, surviving somehow on what she herself learned at the University and the kindness of the musically inclined redhead.
She is broken so deeply she does not remember her name... And one gets the feeling that her healing begins when Kvothe giver her one.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Auri.
A small and shy thing, with a halo of hair to rival the shine of the moon through thin cloud... She is weirdly wise beyond her apparent years, and rich in her own way: the treasures of the Lost places, the Slow Regard of Silent Things.
The best way I can describe this interstitial novella is as a third person look out of her eyes, a vision of how she sees the world. A view of all things on their place, each as she sees their nature and as it fits into the whole of Mantle and Port, Rubric, The Yellow Twelve, Withy, Darkhouse, and the myriad chambers of the Underthing that make up her world.
Auri is broken. She knows she is so, and has made for herself a place where she is needed. Where things make sense, and where she is content.
I cannot help but ramble, because that seems to be a part of keeping this windowed moment of seeing Auri's Underthing alive.
Find the window. Look, see the shapes of the secrets and mysteries that Auri lives beside and among.
Think. Wonder. Grow.
Seattle Folks: I and my moderate truckload of things will be arriving August 24th. The Great Unloading and Rehoming will be the 25th. Any and all assistance is appreciated (and will be repaid in good Iowa beef/pork/omnomonmnom)!
With the impending move to the Pacific NW, we decided to put off a big honeymoon.
Just last night, I had a BRILLIANT idea for our destination:
Well, we've been crunching the numbers and making plans... and we can't quite do it. So we found a way to ask for YOUR help making our trip memorable.
( We've been here before, haven't we? )
Poppie had a heart attack at the Kiwanis convention in New Orleans the other night. Intervention of a trained bystander got him alive to the ER, and he's currently stable.
The panic, however, is thriving madly in my hind brain.
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Got out there and found poor Molly Moppet (nee Harrison, as it turns out) with some guidance from Our ever-dependable Sam Yao. Just in time for her da, Ed to come gunning up on some imported Ami motorbike... and run out of gas. Bad timing, but Ed knew of an un-emptied petrol pump somewhat nearby. told his story as we trotted. Got caught by a pack of Shamblers while after a bagful of birds for the pot, ended up holed up for most of a week in a stone farmhouse before he could get back. By then, his wife, Bianca, had grabbed what she could carry along with Molly and legged it for Able. Better than New Canton, we both agreed. We know pretty much how that turned out for her...
Load of running, three jerry cans of fuel (two of which we got back to Able, plus the bike), and a diversion later... we're up one mechanic, a really good feeling, and a stuffed rabbit for population. Shame about Bianca, though. I think another family around here, especially with Molly Moppet would really perk up our spirits.
Another thing of interest: Ed says he'd seen some fellows, military-minded sorts in blue uniforms, camping by the fuel depot he knew about. Funny thing, we found a spent rocket launcher while we were cutting through the convenience store to grab the fuel cans...
[33:50 minutes, 3.2 miles, 10:34 min/mile, 12.92 miles total)
Just to give you a feel (and because WritingBrain demands it), Runner 5 will be leaving musings and reports after runs.
( They didn't tell me much more than where I was going... )
( Introductions, and the Grand Tour. )