When I was about 10, I used to take out 50 books from the library every summer. Some were novels, some were fairy tales. I'm very into fairy tales. Still. Anyway, one of the books I took out was called "Dreamweaver", but I don't remember who the author was. It was a collection of short stories all tied together by a story about the woman who told them. She was blind, but could read people well from their actions and footfalls, and she knew how to 'weave' dreams. She would use her fingers as a loom and literally weave with yarn while she told a story. And the stories were beautiful.
I must have taken that book out of the library 20 times by the time I was 18. And then I moved away. I've never seen the book elsewhere, but I'd love to read it again. It's one of those books that just sticks with you... the dreams the weaver wove were so beautiful, so vivid, and so haunting that I've thought about them for 10 years now.
I wouldn't part with Dreamweaver if I ever got my hands on it... it's too valuable to me....
What childhood book has affected you like this? Was it just one fairy tale? Or was it a collection? Do you own a copy of it? And would you be willing to part with it ever?
I must have taken that book out of the library 20 times by the time I was 18. And then I moved away. I've never seen the book elsewhere, but I'd love to read it again. It's one of those books that just sticks with you... the dreams the weaver wove were so beautiful, so vivid, and so haunting that I've thought about them for 10 years now.
I wouldn't part with Dreamweaver if I ever got my hands on it... it's too valuable to me....
What childhood book has affected you like this? Was it just one fairy tale? Or was it a collection? Do you own a copy of it? And would you be willing to part with it ever?