| Current mood: |  blah |
| Current music: | The New Pornographers |
The Owl Service
Having read Harry Potter, my first thought is that an owl service is some sort of postal service. But Alan Garner's The Owl Service has an owl dinner service (like, plates) that some kids find in the attic of a Welsh country house. Plates with an owl pattern and magical powers. I very much liked the first three quarters or so. There's a lovely subtle creepiness and the kind of tension when people are friends but not really. Then it all falls apart into a mess of personal angst and not entirely making sense. The fuck? Why owls? I still don't get it.
In other news, I have finally decided what I want to do with my life. What kind of salary do you suppose I could make knitting and listening to the New Pornographers?
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