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review 2014-08-07 15:39
The Beauty that is Tuck Everlasting
Tuck Everlasting - Natalie Babbitt

I never thought the day would come when I reviewed this book. My childhood, along with my sister's, was literally built around this book. We probably read it at least 20 times and every time we read it, it was just as refreshing as the first.


Here is the Goodreads description:

Doomed to - or blessed with - eternal life after drinking from a magic spring, the Tuck family wanders about trying to live as inconspicuously and comfortably as they can. When ten-year-old Winnie Foster stumbles on their secret, the Tucks take her home and explain why living forever at one age is less a blessing that it might seem. Complications arise when Winnie is followed by a stranger who wants to market the spring water for a fortune.

Oh, and BTW, if you are reading this and judging me for liking this book, based off your opinion of the awful Disney movie that was "based" on it, you can go fuck yourself. :)

Anyway, to say that this book is good is an understatement. If I had my way every child would have to read this sometime, because the themes this book deals with, life, death, and love, are almost too profound for words. And the book deals with all these subjects in an non-cliched manner.

It is the literary equivalent of sweet honey as strange as that may sound. There is something so natural and so golden, but sweet, about it. And I think the cover, showing the lake scene outside the Tuck's cabin perfectly shows that.


It, to me at least, perfectly shows that almost golden sadness we sometimes feel in the heat of summer. That melancholy feeling that something grand you love is going to end eventually, and you aren't going to be able to stop it.

It is literally my favorite book cover ever, probably because it has been sitting on my shelf from the time I was six onwards.

But all that sadness I talked about above isn't just in the cover of course, it's in the book, which is a beautiful one at that.

I can't really talk about it, it's just too incredibly sad and powerful.


I love this book and you already know my rating so I'm not going to say it.

I beg you to read it, even if you have already been through life's constant battles. Because this is the kind of book that can help you heal.


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text 2013-12-03 17:36
I'm back .....


Meet the piece of shit that nearly broke up my marriage. It's been a very tense couple of days. We moved house, finally growing up and buying a place of our own. But it came at a price. We had to wait three days for the Wi-Fi to be installed. This was basically one of the biggest challenges of married life I have yet encountered - life without the internet. Both my hubby and I do a lot of business online as well staying in touch with friends and family (all our loved ones live across the pond, while we suffer exile here in the UK for the next five years due to work and school commitments) so without our precious broadband we were just trapped, pacing, scowling and snapping at each other as we pictured emails, bills and deadlines mounting. Blood pressure rose, my hands were shaking, I smoked endlessly. 


So today was the day. The technician arrived. Our reflective jacket clad saviour appeared in our doorway, an angelic glow surrounding him as he installed our broadband and telephone connection. I could have hugged him. I excitedly awaited the grand switching on of the broadband router, thinking we should have had a minor local celebrity come and cut a ribbon or something. You know, celebrate this occasion. Well ..... I gave my hubby one job. He literally had one job - to collect the router from our old home and bring it here to our new apartment. So I turned to him. I said Where's the router hubs?! my face aglow with anticipation, eyes shining eagerly. He stared at me. The router? he queried. Yup. He'd forgotten to bring it. I took a deep breath, hands balled into fists and asked through gritted teeth if he'd be so kind as to drive over to our old apartment and pick it up. So he went. Somehow this took two hours. I awaited his return with baited breath. He held the router aloft triumphantly upon his return, plugged the thing into the wall socket with a flourish and ..... He'd forgotten to bring the power cable. Well this was the final straw for me. I'm not proud to admit it but I snapped. I had waited three goddam days for my sodding Wi-Fi and not only did the router get left behind, it somehow eventually made it here without a freaking power cable. So guess who had to walk all the way across the city to pick up the damn thing? Yup. Me. I think the moral of the story is never underestimate how long it takes to train a husband and never attempt to live life without the internet. It doesn't work. 



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