I'm taking a short break from writing to write this. A busmans holiday of sorts. The Paper Moon Trolls is finally pulling itself into shape, so a brief digression is allowed.
I mentioned the Moomins last blog post and I feel it's important to share a little about them. I rediscovered them recently, having only vaguely had them on my radar when younger. But I always liked them and I read them in a very specific way. Normally I plough through a book. I don't hang around, I'm a fast reader. But I don't and daren't do this with the Moomin books. This is partly because they aren't very long and there aren't many, but it's mostly that I like to nibble at them, like chocolate, a bit at a time. The books do something very particular to my brain - it's difficult to describe. A sort of numbed, peaceful, melancholic drift - which only a few other things manage to do. It's like a magic spell and I read them, often just a chapter at a time, to keep that spell alive because I fear that if I read them again too soon, I will lose that magic feeling. I suspect that this is the kind of spell that a magician like Tove Jansson would only allow to be weaved once - leaving us only with the melancholy.
Sadly, I'm running out of Moomin to read. I'm currently re-reading Moominland Midwinter and I there aren't many left. I think I'll be able to string them out for another couple of years - and then we'll see if the magic spell is lost.
Right, back to work, otherwise the Groke might come and sit on me.