Monday, October 11, 2010
I've Got a Quest for You
We got our two copies of The Last Crusaders on Wednesday. Eldest immediately claimed one as his own and took it to his hole. Although we've seen evidence of him since, we haven't seen that copy of the book again.
Youngest claimed the other copy as one for him -- and me -- to read. Together.
I couldn't wait any longer to read it in its entirety, so when I was dubbed "chauffeur" for Daughter and her BFF on Best Friends' Day -- a day they had picked ages ago to celebrate their tightest of friendships -- I grabbed the book and headed to the mall, planning on reading as much as I could whilst they browsed the stores and grazed through the food court and pretzel stand and See's Candies.
I wanted to savor it. I wanted to take a long time to read it. I wanted it to last and last.
All of this before reading any more than Chapter 1.
I'm sorry to say, I finished it in one day, taken away from the noises of the mall and, later, the hubbub that is my house to other places, where teens take up the quest to save the world from evil, aided by Merlin and magical rings and a few good adults. The dark powers they fight are led by an unimaginable force who has like-minded followers, along with ninjas and dragons and serpents and such potent evil power.
Damn, it's a good book. And it only occurred to me every so often to glow with the knowledge that it was my sister who wrote it.
I won't pretend to be an apt book reviewer. I also won't pretend to be non-biased that MY SISTER WROTE A BOOK!!
I want you to read it. And then I want you to tell me what you thought of it. And then I want you to pass along your copy to a middle schooler or up-to-the-challenge grade schooler and tell me what he or she thought of it.
You don't have to blog about it. You can. But you don't have to.
Want a copy? Let me know. I'll send you one. Gratis.
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