The chilling tale, with its simple prose and suspenseful story line, would be appropriate for a YA audience.
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The nonfiction personal essay at the end of the book does little to enhance the story; it seems rather that Wiersema was filling out a rather slim volume for his editors. Its insights might have been summarized in a single paragraph, but Wiersema instead rambles along for several pages about the writing process of creating a fictional place and characters based on one's own life experience and history.
Jul 12, Claudia rated it it was amazing.
I have long contended that children are born with unique abilities; the ability to dance and sing, the ability to fly, and the ability to make art. Those skills are quickly lost when faced with ridicule, disdain, and disinterest by adults. It's a wonder children don't just write us off immediately, but instead they swallow it all and become artless, unhappy, earthbound heavyweights.
This story is about that but in much prettier words. I loved this small treasure because it reminded me to encoura I have long contended that children are born with unique abilities; the ability to dance and sing, the ability to fly, and the ability to make art. I loved this small treasure because it reminded me to encourage my grandchildren to dance, sing, make art and most important, to fly. I hope they will always find me just inside the forest.
Sep 07, D. Ward rated it it was amazing. This novella by Robert J. Wiersema is one of the most beautiful and haunting things that I have read in recent memory. The prose is so infused with a sense of place that at times I felt like I was reading a fine bit of southern writing.
Which I have always been in love with, of course. The end was not what I was expecting but it really did hit home for me. Like others who have reviewed this work, I'm reluctant to go over too much in this review because I feel that it would rob a potential read This novella by Robert J. Like others who have reviewed this work, I'm reluctant to go over too much in this review because I feel that it would rob a potential reader of the opportunity to appreciate the subtle, aching beauty of this jewel of a story without the burden of expectations.
Therefore, I will say only this: Read it. Aug 11, Jessica Strider rated it really liked it. The World More Full of Weeping is a 77 page novella told from two points of view. The first is the view of Jeff Page, as he discovers his son hasn't returned from playing in the woods. The second is that of the son, Brian, as he meets a girl in the woods who shows him marvelous things.
It's a sweet, compelling story of love and loss. And a reminder that doing what you believe is best for someone doesn't usually take into account their own preferences on the matter.
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Nov 04, MIchael rated it really liked it Shelves: fantasy. I think this novella had a few problems with it mostly the ENTIRE story being detailed on the back cover so there were no surprises in reading it , but it was engaging from beginning to end, I read it in one sitting and loved it. Dec 18, Kim rated it really liked it Shelves: holiday-bookaday Brian loves the woods behind his house, and one day, he disappears into them.
I loved this, but I was unprepared for its brevity it was an e-book. I wanted more! Mar 02, Tim McWhorter rated it it was amazing Shelves: top-rated. Heart wrenching. Dec 19, Wafflecakes rated it really liked it. Made me sad. Quick read. I "enjoyed" it. Still sad though. Apr 24, Jenn rated it liked it.
Good quick read - fanciful but not absurd.
Neat to read about random places in Victoria too Apr 29, Lynn Bornath rated it really liked it Shelves: canadian , read-in , books-borrowed. Lots of layers and symbolism and an interesting read. Read the full review. Feb 17, Nic rated it liked it Shelves: fantasy , read , novellas. Slender novella, resembling a brief, understated Canadian instalment in the Mythago Wood corpus. Atmosphere of the woods is a little more suggested than felt, at this length.
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May 04, Kimberley Hunter rated it it was amazing. I enjoyed it. But I did not understand it. Sep 01, Darlene rated it really liked it Shelves: canadian-book-challenge , library , read-in This creepy little tale had me wishing that the book was longer! Brian is 11 years old and lives with his father.
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He is a bit of a loner and spends a lot of time alone in the woods behind his house, until he meets a girl in there named Carly. She's dressed in a long old-fashioned dress, so he thinks that she must live at one of the nearby Dutch farms.
Once Brian has finished the school year, he is supposed to move to his mother's house in Vancouver which is two hours away and will be starting sch This creepy little tale had me wishing that the book was longer! Once Brian has finished the school year, he is supposed to move to his mother's house in Vancouver which is two hours away and will be starting school there in the Fall.
On the day of Brian's disappearance, he has a disagreement with his dad because he doesn't want to spend the week at his mom's house. As a mom, this definitely struck fear in me! This is my second read from this author I absolutely loved his debut, Before I Wake , and I can't wait to read more from him. Jan 02, Christie rated it really liked it. Canadian writer Robert J. Beginning in present day, Brian shares breakfast with his father who expla Canadian writer Robert J. Beginning in present day, Brian shares breakfast with his father who explains to him that his mother will be picking him up at four.
Who is Carly? At first she just seems like a girl Brian meets in the woods. The only certainty is that when given the opportunity Jeff and Brian made different choices. A magical and profoundly moving story. There are no discussion topics on this book yet. Readers also enjoyed. Short Stories. About Robert J.
Books by Robert J. No trivia or quizzes yet. Welcome back. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. Under the faery lights she went to each of the prisoners in turn. Each one healed under her hands, and maybe this was what mattered.
Maybe it was. At the height of the war, Violet was with Colonel Weston in Devon. All of Cornwall had fallen, as had Lancashire and Yorkshire, and great swathes of Wales and Scotland. Everyone was terrified of possible treachery, and even the small towns were papered over with propaganda posters urging people not to submit. The parade of pictures and slogans was endless. Even so, every day they heard of another town or village that had accepted faery rule.
Violet could not be sorry that the mining had stopped in South Wales, or that the factories in Manchester no longer belched poison into the air; but the same people who smashed the machinery and broke iron gates were the ones who delivered children to the faery mounds and cut throats at the cromlechs.
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The news from abroad was even worse. In France, the dames blanches sent matagots across the countryside and raised the Tarasque to attack Paris. They no longer got any news from Ireland at all: after the Irish had cast off British rule, they had broken into a civil war over whether or not to ally with the Sidhe. No one knew which side was winning; sometimes after dinner, the soldiers liked to discuss strategies for invading Ireland, but privately Colonel Weston admitted to Violet that the generals were drawing up plans for when Ireland invaded them.
But then the tide of the war began to shift. The Germans sent over some of the new flamethrowers, and though they were clumsy, the fire was elemental enough that faery magic could do little against it. Then they got the new Vickers guns, which could fire round after round of alternating silver-and-iron bullets, and better grenades. For the first time in over a year, the army went on the offensive.
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On the day the Yorkshire Dales burned, Violet finally collapsed. They had to hold her down and give her a double dose of laudanum before she would quiet. Violet crouched in the ditch, Colonel Weston slumped beside her. A night raid on a faery mound had gone disastrously wrong and they were separated from the rest of the unit, the Colonel badly wounded by elf-shot. In the distance, she could hear the crack of guns and scattered booms from the men who still had grenades; the cold air pulsed with the silent faery-horns.