I have loved books for longer that I’ve loved people. Even as a young child, I considered my books my friends. The fun friends that didn’t have a babysitter or a curfew and could go on epic adventures any time they wished. Although I had many book loves through the years and an attachments to their fables and tales, there is one book that had resonated with me so much that I feel its presence in my core to this day. A true book love of sorts.
For me, that love lies with Keith Miller’s Book of Flying, a fantastical adventure that follows a wingless librarian to find the winged girl he loves. In fact, I loved this book so much that I named my pet rabbit Pico, after the librarian himself.
While written in the beautiful prose one would normally associate with a fairytale, this story is not for the faint of hearts. Our poor Pico goes through many twists and turns to grow his wings in order to be with the woman he loves. It is on these twists and turns that we get a glimpse into Miller’s stunning weaves of language and poetry that will keep haunting you for days.
I remember when I first read the book, I would go back and highlight and underline prose that effected me most and by the end, half of the book was bright yellow and covered in squiggles! I truly have no words for this fantasy adventure tale except to say that one must read it, feel it and devour it whole.
Do you have a book love that has effected you for decades on end? Send me a DM on Instagram so I can add it to my TBR!
Stay magical,
A.N.
