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So this weeks #BookSnapSunday features one of my favourite escape reads, a book from the wonderful Discworld series by Terry Pratchett.
I have been meaning to re-read Witches Abroad for awhile and this week seemed like the right time to escape on a road trip across the Discworld with Granny weatherwax, Nanny Ogg, Magrat and Nanny’s cat Greebo. I needed something light to read and Pratchett’s exploration of fairy tales seemed like a good idea. This is my favourite re-telling of Cinderella. This one also features my favourite literary cat, Nanny Ogg’s monstrous tom Greebo. I could post about Witches Abroad or I could just post a few quotes from the oh so quotable Pratchett:
“Stories don’t care who takes part in them. All that matters is that the story gets told, that the story repeats. Or, if you prefer to think of it like this: stories are a parasitical life form, warping lives in the service only of the story itself.”
“It pays to advertise,” Nanny agreed. “This is Greebo. Between you and me, he’s a fiend from hell.” “Well, he’s a cat,” said Mrs. Gogol, generously. “It’s only to be expected.”
“Under the table, Greebo sat and washed himself. Occasionally he burped.
Vampires have risen from the dead, the grave and the crypt, but never managed it from the cat.”
“Because stories are important.
People think that stories are shaped by people. In fact, it’s the other way around.
Stories exist independently of their players. If you know that, the knowledge is power.
Stories, great flapping ribbons of shaped space-time, have been blowing and uncoiling around the universe since the beginning of time. And they have evolved. The weakest have died and the strongest have survived and they have grown fat on the retelling…stories, twisting and blowing through the darkness.”
“Then Magrat, who in Nanny Ogg’s opinion had an innocent talent for treading on dangerous ground, said: “I wonder if we did the right thing? I’m sure it was a job for a handsome prince.” “Hah!” said Granny, who was riding ahead. “And what good would that be? Cutting your way through a bit of bramble is how you can tell he’s going to be a good husband, is it? That’s fairy godmotherly thinking, that is! Goin’ around inflicting happy endings on people whether they wants them or not, eh?”
“You can‘t go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it‘s just a cage.”
“No. There’s a billion places like home. But only one of ’em’s where you live.”
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Great photo Sharon, love the props. What are the images in front of the book? Are they cards? They look very striking.
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Thanks Karen I had to dig around for props for this one. The cards I borrowed from my daughter they are by an illustrator she likes called Pam Wishbow: https://www.pamwishbow.com/shop They are called divination cards, a bit like tarot but each card is meant to evoke certain qualities, Bronte sometimes uses them as writing or journal prompts. I just thought they went with the witches and the book, there is a card sharp incident in the novel as well, so they seemed to go, I also borrowed her old Harry Potter wand and the little wish bottle.
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Children come in handy sometimes. The cards were great.
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