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Dec. 12th, 2018 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vr_trakowskiSo a while back (good heavens, it's been over a year) a book I love went missing, strangely. To recap: I had been trying to remember the title, glanced over at the nearest bookshelf, and spotted it at the very second the title came into my head. The Piebald Princess. I recognized the spine, the binding, the height of it. But I was doing something else in a hurry, and couldn't lean over and grab it then, so I went back for it later.
It wasn't there.
I looked, repeatedly. I checked other shelves. Nothing.
Yesterday morning, I was doing some hasty tidying, and I glanced over at a different bookcase, a shelf near the floor instead of over my head. A shelf I had checked multiple times.
Guess what?
I have absolutely no explanation for its reappearance, but hey, I'll take it. And the story is still delightful.*
*Copyright 1954, so the exoticizing of a particular culture is era-typical if mild, and can to an extent be explained by [spoiler]. There is one somewhat objectionable illustration.
It wasn't there.
I looked, repeatedly. I checked other shelves. Nothing.
Yesterday morning, I was doing some hasty tidying, and I glanced over at a different bookcase, a shelf near the floor instead of over my head. A shelf I had checked multiple times.
Guess what?
I have absolutely no explanation for its reappearance, but hey, I'll take it. And the story is still delightful.*
*Copyright 1954, so the exoticizing of a particular culture is era-typical if mild, and can to an extent be explained by [spoiler]. There is one somewhat objectionable illustration.