‘Little, Big’ by John Crowley

When I was about ten I bought a copy of ‘The Lord of the Rings’ by JRR Tolkien, and was hooked. For many years it was my favourite book. My devotion to it may even be described as an addiction. One of my hobbies is writing. I’m not quite certain how good at it I am but I since my mid-twenties I’ve made a concerted effort to read more diversely. I now no longer have one favourite book but many.

After my first reading of ‘Little, Big’ I wasn’t overly impressed. It was OK I thought, well written but I didn’t like the ending. Now, I tend to read very quickly. One of the reasons for this is that I want to find out what happens at the end, who done it and why. However, this race to the end is one reason why I will re-read books. Once I know what happens I can take subsequent readings a bit more slowly, noticing sights on the way I overlooked before.

The joy of ‘Little, Big’ is not the end but the journey. Like many great books there is a sense of sadness when the end is reached. The characters’ stories have been told and the time has come to bid them farewell, but you don’t want to. You wished there was a bit more, so I flick back a few chapters and re-live favourite scenes. One of the things I’m greatly looking forward to is the 25th anniversary edition of ‘Little, Big’. My wife bought me this for my fortieth birthday. It’s been a long wait, I’m now 42 but I’m sure the wait is coming to an end. Hopefully sometime this year it might be published. I’m really looking forward to sitting down with my copy and enjoying my travels in Edgewood once again.


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