He knew he would have to believe in order to go where she had been; knew that, if he believed, he could go there even if it didn’t exist, if it was make-believe.— John Crowley “Little, Big”
I read this novel about 12 years ago at a very chaotic point in my life. It was like a calm, private space where the air was still and smelled of ancient well cared for books. I remember the feeling of reading it but not most of the words. Now I am getting the words and it is so thoughtful and careful with a truly fantastic story. It remains a book I would take with me anywhere so I can breathe a little sigh, like bit of pure air when all is gasoline fumes and dust.