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174 pages, Hardcover
First published January 9, 2018
But children, ah, children. Children follow the foxes, and open the wardrobes, and peek beneath the bridge. Children climb the walls and fall down the wells and run the razor’s edge of possibility until sometimes, just sometimes, the possible surrenders and shows them the way to go home.
Growing up fat had meant an endless succession of diets suggested by “helpful” relatives, and even more “helpful” suggestions from her classmates, ones that suggested starvation or learning to vomit on command.
“They can be hard for their families to understand, those returned, used-up miracle children. They sound like liars to people who never had a doorway of their own. They sound like dreamers. They sound... unwell, to the charitable, and simply sick to the cruel.”
“There is kindness in the world, if we know how to look for it. If we never start denying it the door.”
“Nobody promised me a happy ending. They didn’t even promise me a happy existence.”
“It took me years of saving a world that stopped wanting me when I changed my pronouns to figure it out.”
“She'd heard that sort of hatred before, always from the women in her Weight Watchers groups, or at Overeaters Anonymous, the ones who had starved themselves into thinness and somehow failed to find the promised land of happy acceptance that they had always been told waited for them on the other side of the scale.”
“Just keep getting through until you don’t have to do it anymore, however much time that takes, however difficult it is.”
“There is kindness in the world, if we know how to look for it. If we never start denying it the door.”
"A cake's a cake, whether or not it's been frosted," said the stranger primly.
"You are not a cake, you are a human being, and I can see your vagina," snapped Nadya.
“Adults can still tumble down rabbit holes and into enchanted wardrobes, but it happens less and less with every year they live. Maybe this is a natural consequence of living in a world where being careful is a necessary survival trait, where logic wears away the potential for something bigger and better than the obvious.”
Her third mother had been the first to fit her with a prosthetic hand, which had pinched and dug into her skin and done nothing to improve her quality of life. The only things she hadn’t been perfectly capable of doing with one hand were things the prosthetic didn’t help her do anyway, lacking the fine motor control necessary to apply nail polish or thread a needle. If she’d been younger, maybe, or if she’d wanted it more, but the way it had been presented, like it was a great gift she wasn’t allowed to refuse, had only served to remind her that in the eyes of her adoptive family, she would always be the poor, pitiful orphan girl with a missing hand, the one they needed to help. She had never wanted that kind of help. She had only wanted to be loved.
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#3 Beneath the Sugar Sky ★★★★★
#4 In An Absent Dream ★★★★★
#5 Come Tumbling Down ★★★★★
#6 Across the Green Grass Fields ★★★★★
#7 Where the Drowned Girls Go ★★★★★
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Day after day, she had learned that “fat” was another way to say “worthless, ugly, waste of space, unwanted, disgusting.” She had started to believe them by the time she was in third grade, because what else was she supposed to do?
Maybe Christopher had the right of it, going someplace where people had figured out how to do without the fleshy bits, where they would be judged on their own merits, not on the things people assumed about them.
Everyone who wound up at Eleanor West’s School—everyone who found a door—understood what it was to spend a lifetime waiting for something that other people wouldn’t necessarily understand.
The rules of the school are simple. Heal. Hope. And if you can, find your way back where you belong.
“There is kindness in the world, if we know how to look for it. If we never start denying it the door.”Beneath the Sugar Sky was a charmingly delightful and whimsical adventure to an effervescent, vibrant, honey-drenched world that swept me off my feet from the very first chapter and refused to put me back down again until the very last sentence. Letting McGuire's quaint universe bursting with ingenuity, absurdity, and grittiness engulf me in its warming embrace for the third time was as welcome and revitalising as a breath of fresh spring air and I felt like I'd come home the second I let the first few words fall slowly over me. I can't wait to bound headfirst and effortlessly into In An Absent Dream and experience every ounce of McGuire's sheer ingenuity and brilliance all over again!
“That's why people shouldn't get too hung up on labels. Sometimes I think that's part of what we do wrong. We try to make things make sense, even when they're never going to.”Every novella in this series has tackled a different genre, and instead of focusing on the darker themes that were included in the first two stories, this one felt more comparable to traditional children's fantasy adventures like Alice in Wonderland and the Chronicles of Narnia. It was a more light-hearted and fanciful world than the ones we've seen before, and it's definitely the prettiest one yet. I can't say that I didn't miss the mystery, thriller, and gothic vibes that abounded previously, and I also can't say that I don't hope we'll veer back in that direction eventually, but I also can't say that I didn't enjoy this playful detour, and that it wasn't sorely needed right now. The change of pace, direction and themes also helped keep the series from getting stale, and I like that I never quite know what's coming next! It also means that, eventually, everyone's going to find the perfect book for them. You'll always find a Door that suits you here, even if it takes a little while.
“Sometimes that’s all you can do. Just keep getting through until you don’t have to do it anymore, however much time that takes, however difficult it is.”Overall, I found Beneath the Sugar Sky to be a fantastical story bursting with happiness, passion, and adventure. The Wayward Children's series continues to defy all my expectations and always leaves me with an insatiable desire for more, more, more. I can't even imagine what it's going to be like when this series is over; when all the joy, elation, and heartbreak this series has given me comes to an end. I mean, I'll probably just be compelled by some unknown, unstoppable force to read every single book all over again in one sitting, mostly because it seems impossible to imagine a year where I'm not reading at least one!
“For others, the lure of a world where they fit is too great to escape, and they will spend the rest of their lives rattling at windows and peering at locks, trying to find the way home.
“Just keep getting through until you don’t have to do it anymore, however much time that takes, however difficult it is.”
Christopher blinked. "You mean the world rearranges itself so that everyplace you want to go is within a day's walk from where you are?"
"Well, sure," said Rini. "Isn't that how it works where you're from?"
"Sadly, no."
"Huh," said Rini. "And you call my world nonsensical."
Christopher didn't have an answer to that.
“We’re teenagers in a magical land following a dead girl and a disappearing girl into a field of organic, pesticide-free candy corn,”