A review by ygraines
The Time of Green Magic by Hilary McKay

5.0

we moved house last year, right at the beginning of october, when the leaves were starting to fall and the sky was losing its blue. sriya sent me this book as a new-house gift, and for the first two months of living there, it was the only book in my room, all my others boxed up without shelves to home them. i wanted to pick it up immediately, so full of gratitude and love and warmth. i didn't, because other things, life things, brain things, house things, kept happening. it sat on my windowsill, soaking up the thin sun, waiting.

now, it's full of scribbled love and underlined passages.

it's the first book i've read since moving, the first physical book i've held and sat with and given myself over to in months. i can't think of a better one. like so many of the things sriya shares, with me & with the whole, lucky world, this book is kind, generous, familiar, full of charm and wonder and big, heart-filling hopes. reading it felt like casting a spell, or maybe receiving a blessing: your house is kind, and watchful. your love is a huge, powerful, sometimes unfamiliar creature. your dreams are true, and so are your waking happinesses, your comforts, your connections. share it all. it's precious and there's enough.

thank you, sriya, for this and for everything else. i love you immensely.