I’m re-reading The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley, again. I’m well into double digits on the number of times I’ve read this. I’ve re-read many of her novels multiple times, but this is the one I always go back to when I’m feeling particularly off balance and need a warm, comforting, something.
I love this book so much, and every time I read it I try to figure out why. It’s a perfect blend of setting, character, and story. It’s both fresh and familiar. It draws on so many tropes, but spins it all into its own thing. I love spending time in this world, and with Harry. I know exactly what happens, almost to the word after spending so much time with this book. But it still seems fresh to me, somehow. It feels right.
And I’ve got three more episodes in season three of Star Wars: Rebels. I love this show. It’s making me want to go back and finish that last fanfic that I never finished writing. I can see the story building to something, and I’m kind of dreading exactly what grand finale it has planned. But gosh, in the meantime, it’s just great. That perfect blend of setting, character, and story.
We may be on to something here.