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.
Your blogs are savored on my 'spa days'. Not to be read like the daily newspaper or when I am tired. But when I am in that 'special place' located near my soul. Closer to my true self.
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