My father and I just finished rereading The Bell at Sealey Head by Patricia A. McKillip.
Definitely a different and more enriching experience in the reread, as this time we caught the names Nemos Moore and Queen Hydria much earlier on, thus able to more properly piece the tale together. For McKillip, ever a word-jeweler as opposed to wordsmith, makes you work for it – weaving this strange yet deeply grounded tale by the sea. One of a wicked sorcerer and a terrible cook, a bookish merchant's daughter and innkeeper's son, a set silly of snobbish siblings and an Aunt, a dying Lady and a maid who can open a broom closet and find a different house filled with knights and one Princess Ysabo. All connected by a bell that rings across worlds, calling for an ancient wrong to be righted.
Congratulations to Judd and Gwyneth, Ridley and Miranda,
and excellent work to all the rest as well: Emma and Hesper Wood, Ysabo
and Queen Hydria. You all showed that some stories, some book pages, can
be all too real.
Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet, my friends.
“The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.” – Judd Cauley
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