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| Winter Rose by Patricia A. McKillip |
Four days of steady rain hasn't made for many ventures outside the clan hold this week. Most of the week has seen me roasting a ham, making a cheesecake, organizing books in the home library and working on my novel for Nanowrimo. I've made more progress on the laundry than the literature but tomorrow night we are leaving for Orlando to visit Briar Rose's Grandmothers in Florida. We will be gone for three days before flying back. I must admit, I am concerned about bringing my three year old on her first flight. Never mind it has been seventeen years since I last traveled by plane.
Just put your head down into the wind, love. The things we tell ourselves to get by.
Stormy days are great for finding reading time once the chores are done. Once such beautiful novel is Winter Rose by Patricia A. McKillip. If you are dying to lose yourself in the shadows of the winding wood, wells full of roses and gemstones, voices calling in the wind and the heady scent of chamomile and wood smoke. This is a tale of a young woman who by chance spies a beautiful young man stepping out between light and shadowed oak. His family is rumored to be cursed and curiosity drives her to discover the truth of it. Truth, however, turns to be more shadowed than even winter's night and as Rois gets closer, the more she seems to lose herself in the eyes of the man called Corbet Lynn. Rois may never find the truth but when the curse of Lynn Hall reaches out to ensnare her sister, Rois must brave the shadowed wood of rose thorns and owl feathers to find the eyes that watch and free those she loves.
It is a magical tale and I could hardly put it down.
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