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Dayle Loves This: The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper (book/series)

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Welcome to Dayle Loves This, wherein I recommend books, TV, and movies (and maybe other things) that rocked my world.

If they don’t rock your world, that’s okay. We all have reader/watcher cookies as well as triggers. If you have questions, go ahead and ask. And please make your own suggestions, and discuss!

Almost every holiday season, I feel the urge to read mythic fiction, which is described as “rooted in myth, folklore, legend, and fairy tales.” The word “rooted” feels particularly apt, because when I read mythic fiction books, I feel drawn to the earth, to the imbued truths that speak to my core. The collective unconscious. The books themselves may be set in modern times, but are firmly attached to these universal magic.

(I’m drawn to British-based mythic fiction, but there are books that touch on a variety of other places’ stories. Wikipedia has a beginning list.)

Particularly, I almost always reread the novel The Dark is Rising. It’s set at the winter Solstice in the Thames Valley during an unprecedented snowfall, it and resonates within me no matter where I am or what the weather’s like. I’m there. It drags me down into a deep magic I can’t begin to explain.

When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back;
Three from the circle, three from the track;
Wood, bronze, iron;
Water, fire, stone;
Five will return and one go alone.

Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long;
Wood from the burning, stone out of sound;
Fire in the candle-ring, water from the thaw;
Six signs the circle, and the grail gone before.

Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold.
Played to wake the sleepers, oldest of the old;
Power from the green witch, lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree.

This poem, which encompasses the five-book series also called The Dark is Rising (TDIR novel is the second in the sequence), stops me in my tracks and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up and brings tears to my eyes. Again, it’s a feeling so deeply entrenched in me that I can’t find words for it.

I’m not saying everyone will have the same reaction. I hope you do, though, because it’s…well, magical.

The novel, which was a Newberry Honor Book, tells the story of Will Stanton, who on his eleventh birthday learns that as a seventh son of a seventh son, he has a major part to play in the war between Light and Dark. He’s guided by someone I don’t want to spoil for you, and meets others I don’t want to spoil for you.

The Dark is Rising can be read on its own. There’s no need to read the first book in the sequence, Under Sea, Over Stone, which is directed at a younger audience than the rest of the book. But if you want to read all of the books, start with that one, because it introduces key characters.

Dayle Loves This, even as she fumbles and fails to accurately describe how it makes her feel. She hopes you tap into the magic, too.

[And if you want more mythic fiction recommendations, let me know! xo]


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Dayle Loves This: Kill the Boy Band (novel)

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Welcome to Dayle Loves This, wherein I recommend books, TV, and movies (and maybe other things) that rocked my world.

If they don’t rock your world, that’s okay. We all have reader/watcher cookies as well as triggers. If you have questions, go ahead and ask. And please make your own suggestions, and discuss!

The friend who recommended Kill the Boy Band by Goldy Moldavsky to me did so hesitantly. She thought I’d like it, but there was also a chance I’d be deeply offended by it.
I love it. It’s a book both about how loving a band can bring friends together, and a book about how teenage fandom is seriously unhinged. (Given that I’m an über-fan of Styx, I can see why my friend worried about recommending it to me.) The book is also incredibly funny.
I remember when I first read it: Ken was asleep and I was reading in bed beside him, shaking silently, trying desperately to not let out howls of laughter.
The boy band in question is an English quartet called the Ruperts…because they all have the first name of Rupert. They came together because of a show called So You Think the British Don’t Have Talent? If that doesn’t make you laugh, this may not be the book for you.
Our heroine—I’m not sure if her real name is ever mentioned because the book is in first person and whenever she’s asked, she uses the names of 1980s movie teen characters*—and three other teens finagle their way into booking a room at the same hotel where the Ruperts will be staying in NYC. They’re each a fan of a different Rupert.
The book starts in their room, where they have one of the Ruperts tied up with stockings in a chair. They’ve kidnapped a Rupert.
How that happens is howlingly funny, but I don’t want to give too much away.
But I will say that when our heroine meets her idol, she says, My face at the moment was the Heart Eyes emoji.
What really works is that the author understands fandom. When confronted as to why she loves the Ruperts, our heroine ponders whether it’s the music (catchy, mindless pop), the fact that they’re hot, for who they are, “…but mostly I love them for how they made me feel. Which was happy.”
Later, she thinks:
Other people may have seen fangirls as crazy teenage girls obsessed with a fad, but they couldn’t understand the small but important joy you get from indulging in these fandoms. They didn’t understand that a new gif of Rupert K. grinning at you could be the difference between a crap day and a beautiful day. They didn’t get the friendships that formed, the community of people who shared in your same joy. Maybe it was obsession, but it was also happiness; an escape from the suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know a truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: You hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can. Because it’s rare to get excited about anything these days. Ask your parents.
Did I choke up when I read that?
Hells yeah.
Kill the Boy Band is a page-turner of a book, funny and dark and layered. The ending is…it could give you any manner of feels. I don’t want to influence that.
Still, Dayle suggests that if you’re a hardcore fan of anything, this is a book for you.
*Lydia Deetz, Sloane Peterson, Samantha Baker, etc.

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Dayle Love This: Sawkill Girls (novel)

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Welcome to Dayle Loves This, wherein I recommend books, TV, and movies (and maybe other things) that rocked my world.
 
If they don’t rock your world, that’s okay. We all have reader/watcher cookies as well as triggers. If you have questions, ask. And please make your own suggestions, and discuss!

 
First of all, just read this blurb:
 
Who are the Sawkill Girls?
 
Marion: the new girl. Awkward and plain, steady and dependable. Weighed down by tragedy and hungry for love she’s sure she’ll never find.
 
Zoey: the pariah. Luckless and lonely, hurting but hiding it. Aching with grief and dreaming of vanished girls. Maybe she’s broken—or maybe everyone else is.
 
Val: the queen bee. Gorgeous and privileged, ruthless and regal. Words like silk and eyes like knives, a heart made of secrets and a mouth full of lies.
 
Their stories come together on the island of Sawkill Rock, where gleaming horses graze in rolling pastures and cold waves crash against black cliffs. Where kids whisper the legend of an insidious monster at parties and around campfires.
 
Where girls have been disappearing for decades, stolen away by a ravenous evil no one has dared to fight…until now.
 
It’s perfect. If you’re an author, study this. There are almost no “to be” verbs. It’s all active. And it grabs you by your booboo.
 
I thought this was going to be Gothic-y, and I was mostly wrong: it was more dark fantasy. But that was okay. It was a breathtaking journey through three girls’ lives, and none of them are what they seem. Especially Val—being the queen bee doesn’t mean one’s life is silk and roses.
 
This book surprised me and moved me with every page I turned. I need to read more of Legrand’s books.
 
(Since I wrote this, I read one of her middle grade books, Some Kind of Happiness, and while it’s not a genre I normally read in, I quite liked it. I’ll be checking out more of her YA stuff soon.)
 
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