She smiled, she laughed, she clenched her fists and jaw in anger and then anticipation; but never did I imagine just how profoundly connected she would become, as tears rolled down her cheeks like a storm in heavy fall. Sobs escaped her in deep ache as she tried to catch her breath every second line. They were sobs that would break any heart, and they were bringing that burning sensation to even my throat as I held back my own mist of emotion.
The poetic speech and manner of text was never designed for that of a ten year old, and yet I watched as my daughter devoured page after page of my fantasy series, The Tier of Eternal Grace.
Yes, I have read reviews, emails and messages about how the books touched another’s mind and spirit (the youngest I had knowledge of being 15). But to have witnessed my ten year old daughter become so encapsulated with the lives of those who are more than just characters to I, was magical to say the least.
She would relay scenes to me, as though I’d never heard them before. She’d come running down the hall to my room in anger and frustration asking why and how? She would explain a conversation she’d read while we ate dinner, which she still seem to find humour within. Giggles at the dinner table isn’t always the most charming ;) Oh, and when I’d ask her to put the book down while in the middle of a chapter… heaven forbid, I swear I’d just taken a lollypop from a toddler.
Though the moment to which I never saw coming, was within the final pages of book three, The Souls Cry. We were driving to a friend’s place, and as always, my beautiful little girl was to be found with her head in the book. It began as a few gentle tears, though very quickly she became inconsolable… and the more she read, the heavier her tears shed, and the louder her sobs became. I knew just which scene she was reading, and the mere thought of it, alongside seeing my baby girl in such ache, had me clenching to every ounce of strength I had, just so I didn’t lose myself.
When we arrived at my friend’s place, she had still not quite finished, and begged that I leave her be. Twenty minutes later she appeared inside, her eyes bloodshot red, while the sadness filling them was heart- wrenching.
My friend and I could not get over just how much she’d been affected. She had become so immersed, that when I asked her about it later that day, her first response was, “Mum, they were like my family. I didn’t want to say goodbye.” There were a few other words stated, but for those who have yet to read the series, I won’t ruin the ending. Though my daughter did then follow her speech with, “Hurry up and finish writing Tier of Nexus!”
Well… it seems I must finish the next book now, huh? I’m being pestered every other bloomin’ day. Thankfully, I threw another series at her. She has begun reading Cameo Renae’s ‘The Hidden Wings,’ finding herself lost in Cameo’s world now.
I have seen my children read book after book. In fact, that is how you will find all three of them right now… with their minds lost, and yet found. Though as their mother, I had never seen any one of them become so emotionally attached as my daughter did. It was one of the most beautiful images to which I am undeniably flattered, for it was the world of my fae to which brought such breathlessness.
“To read is to know yourself on a level you never imagined before.”
My love to all – faerie kisses to the rest ;) <3 xo