Saturday, May 4, 2013

Oz-for grown ups

The first time I read Wicked, I lost my innocence.
The second time, I understood.

Oz is the same place it always was but seen through adult eyes.   Elphaba never was the villian we thought her and the heros were less noble than we supposed.

Son of a Witch broke my heart because Liir couldn't overcome his disadvantages.  He disappointed at every turn.

A Lion Among Men was everything I hoped for.  Answers, purpose, a path toward redemption. 

I haven't read Out of Oz yet.  I want to savor the satisfaction from the last book a little longer and I am not ready for the story to end.

Or perhaps, I am not ready to know how it ends.