I spend a good portion of my Saturday mornings...

I spend a good portion of my Saturday mornings dredging up one of my storage boxes filled with the books I’ve hoarded over the years. A couple of weeks ago I rediscovered Elizabeth Goudge’s The Little White Horse, which I bought in high school just because J. K. Rowling blurbed for it (same reason I bought Darren Shan’s first Cirque du Freak book in college). Last week I chanced upon my half-a-decade-old copy of Frank Cottrell Boyce’s Millions, based on his screenplay of the film of the same name directed by Danny Boyle (there goes my obligatory Pelikula plug of the week). Today I found this lovely literary triquetra.

Yes, not only did I watch Charmed, the wicked-good series that used to air every Monday, 9 p.m. on Studio 23 (UHF Channel 81 in Dagupan City) right after Dawson’s Creek, alternately crushing on Alyssa Milano and Shannen Doherty, and later trying to convince myself that the entrance of Rose McGowan as the latter’s replacement was not at all the onset of the series’ jumping the shark, I also bought and read the books based on it.

In my mind these short novels used to be right up there with Eoin Colfer’s Artemis Fowl series and even J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy. I kid you not. I dare not reread them now, though, lest I be exposed to the books’ less than brilliant prose and plot devices. I’d rather they remain the winning and entertaining pieces of fantasy fiction I believed them to be when I read them years ago. I see no point in breaking the spell, no point in challenging their magic. Their sexy, sexy magic.

6 February 2010 · Comments · Permalink · http://aldr.in/373518749