The fantasy worlds of Peter Beagle Book

I can explain myself, after my "reading it slowly" comment.

It's a thing of beauty, A Fine and Private Place. It comes in and leads you along and finally it builds up on you to the point of pain and then you have to figure out what to do with it and yourself.

And by "you" I mean "me."

I found myself saying, "Okay, do it. Get it over with. Pile all the beauty on me until I'm crying."

And it did, and I did. I swear, it's what the novel's about, and it's what it did to me at the same time.

There are other stories in here, too. The Last Unicorn, I've read before, and it does the same thing to me, in different ways, every time.

Besides the two novels, there are two short stories. "Lila the Werewolf" and "Come, Lady Death" were both fantastic. I love the details in the telling, the acceptance of things like werewolves and Death as a person.

There are so many dogears throughout now that the covers are warped. What's the point of dogearing every page, Chy? Because it makes me feel better, like I get to drag the beauty with me for a while, even after I'm beyond that page and stumbling over more beauty.