“Tell me what it is like to die,” I answered.
He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. “You experience something similar every day,” he said softly. “It is as familiar to you as bread and butter.”
“Yes,” I said. “It is like every night when I fall asleep.”
“No. It is like every morning when you wake up.”
Recommended by: Brooklyn Arden
Oh how I liked this book. It’s about a girl called Keturah who goes into the forest after a white hart and meets Lord Death. She doesn’t want to die without having known love (it sounds a little hokey when I say it like that, but I swear it isn’t at all!), so she tells him part of a story, and he lets her live for another day, and if she can find her true love in that day, he’ll let her live entirely.
I was mighty impressed. I will for sure be swinging by the library and picking up more of Martine Leavitt’s books. My libraries only have two other ones, because Martine Leavitt is Canadian I suppose, but she has written like six more… I am hoping this is one of those times where I am on the brink of having a new favorite author, rather than on the brink of being really disappointed by all the other crap I read by her. Like that time I thought I was going to marry Salman Rushdie after I read Midnight’s Children and The Ground Beneath Her Feet and then I read Fury and Shame and now I’m totally scared to read Shalimar the Clown or The Satanic Verses or The Moor’s Last Sigh (which I’m saving, anyway, because it’s meant to be the best of those three).
Keturah and Lord Death was haunting – which is funny, because it was also light-hearted and cheerful. It had the feel of a fairy tale, and furthermore it was a tidy-minded kind of book, which I am strongly in favor of. I completely loved it how Keturah got back to the village and immediately started sorting things out and arranging things and making lemon pies. Like Flora Post. Loved it. I even made a new “loved it” category, just for this book.