I've been dragging through the last 50 pages of this book over the past 3 days, but that's mainly due to outside distractions. I have to give it 5 stars for the feelings it gave me last week.
I have not read Frances Hodgson Burnett since the last time I reread either The Secret Garden or A Little Princess, both of which must be at least 10 years ago. But her writing style and the way her stories make me feel must be ingrained in my subconscious from the number of times I read and reread those books growing up, because last Thursday, about halfway through the book, I had such an extreme holy-heck-I-love-reading moment that I cried--not because of the story, but because of the... nostalgia? Maybe?
The Lost Prince is mysteriously fantastical yet mundane, like all of Frances Hodgson Burnett's books; it is not a fantasy, but it feels that way because it is full of the adventures that children imagine for themselves when they are bored or lonely, and it is so serious about it all. Reading this book, more than any Junior Fiction I've read in ages has thrown me right back into the exact feeling I felt devouring books as a child.
Reading a good book is magic, and even though I read all the time, this book in particular has made me feel like I've rediscovered something magical that I'd forgotten existed. I don't know why the story of a boy being raised as a spy by his mysterious father in order to help a secret prince rescue his war-torn country was the specific catalyst for this feeling, but I'm grateful for it.
I love Frances Hodgson Burnett's writing, there's something about the way she describes emotions... and the way her stories meander about and lead you in different directions than you expect. I did feel slightly uncomfortable about the degree to which Marco and the Rat positively worship Marco's father (despite it all being for good, and the love and care with which it is done, the way Stefan Loristan raised his son still feels a little brainwash-y) and the Rat in turn worships Marco to the point where he would gladly "be cut to pieces" for him. I'm glad Marco consistently insists on them being friends and tries to avoid the power dynamic, because I love their friendship a lot. Also the tasks they are given, despite not being on the front lines, still put child soldiers in mind--reading as an adult, of course. As a kid one would likely just be excited by these kids who are allowed to travel around Europe on their own to perform the integral task of alerting the secret army to the imminent revolution.
I have some pages saved for moments that I particularly enjoyed...
The Rat's eyes began to have points of fire in them.
"If I could see the papers every morning, I could fight the battles on paper by night," he said, quite panting at the incredible vision of splendour. Were all of the kingdoms of the earth going to be given to him? Was he going to sleep without a drunken father near him?
Was he going to have a chance to wash himself and to sit at a table and hear people say 'Thank you', and 'I beg pardon', as if they were using the most ordinary fashion of speech? -pg. 132
"You can't set savage thoughts loose in the world, any more than you can let loose savage beasts with hydrophobia. They spread a sort of rabies, and they always tear and worry you worst of all." -pg. 142
"You're not really jealous. You only think you are. You'll find that out if you always stop yourself in time. Anyone can be such a fool if he lets himself. And he can always stop it if he makes up his mind. I'm not jealous. You must let that thought alone. You're not jealous yourself. Kick that thought into the street."
The Rat caught his breath and threw his arms up over his eyes. "Oh Lord! Oh Lord!" he said; "if I lived near him always as you have. If I just had."
"We're both living near him now," said Marco. "And here's something to think of," leaning more forward on his elbow. "The kings who were made ready for Samavia have waited all these years; we can make ourselves ready and wait so that, if just two boys are wanted to do something--just two boys--we can step out of the ranks when the call comes and say 'Here!' Now let's lie down and think of it until we go to sleep." -pg. 145
The entrance of Loristan produced its usual effect. The agent's clerk lifted his hat, and the policeman stood straight and made salute. Neither of them realized that the tall man's clothes were worn and threadbare. They felt only that a personage was before them. -pg. 191
"When you are near me," Marco said, in Loristan's own voice, "when you are near me, I feel--I feel as if I were a royal prince attended by an army. You are my army." And he pulled off his cap with quick boyishness and added, "God be thanked!" -pg. 304
I love the Rat a lot, because he is an underdog, of course. Jem. I wish he had been called that more often, and by Marco... Ah well. I love his love for Marco, and Marco's love for him.
Spoilers ahead.
There were several twists in the book that I did not expect, but the final plot twist I knew already from this moment early on:
"Your--sir!" he said. "God save the Prince!"
"Yes," Loristan answered, after a moment's hesitation, --"when he is found." And he went back to his table smiling his beautiful smile. -pg. 95
That moment's hesitation is what did it for me, although to be honest I sort of assumed from the very beginning that Marco was the Lost Prince--his father makes more sense though, being the adult.
Anyway, there you have it. I was remarkably affected by this book and I'm just... excited about reading again. Whatever shall I read next...?