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A review by sierra_color
Fairy Dust and the Quest for the Egg by Gail Carson Levine
5.0
God— I first read this book over ten years ago. I grew up with it. It’s so.. amazing and wonderful to reread, or in this case listen, since I listened to the audio book. I can’t begin to describe the feelings that came back to me while listening— flashes of my childhood, of sitting in a lonely apartment, late at night, looking though a pile of books as the TV flashed blue, and finding this gem. Me, reading it for the first time, dipping into a world far my own. Me, breezing through it, addicted, reaching the end.
This was the first book I reread. I used to have this ridiculous rule of never rereading books or novels, but this one broke it.
It was summer, hot outside, I lived in a cramped house now with my grandmother. I didn’t have the greatest childhood, having a druggie of a mom and a drunk of a grandmother prevented that.
This book, with its purple hard cover lured me in again, whispering words of a different world, one where Prilla heard me, understood what it felt like to be alone. Knew how hard it was to not fit in.
I always reread this book, to the point where I’d even reread it in class, it was my favorite. Looking back, fairy dust and the quest for the egg got me into writing, made me understand the power of words. When Prilla was lonely or being scolded for messing up, I felt that. I heard that. It resonated with me. My mother and grandmother would say similar things to me. And Prilla was the one who understood it all, who didn’t find me and my reading weird, who just.. was a friend.
I haven’t read this gem in years, mainly because I lost my copy. But when I found the audiobook I was hesitant, because I’m not used to the medium, and this one was (ironically, in a way) my first audiobook. When I began listening, I was transported into neverland again, flickering through stages of my life— a lonely fourth grader, a curious fifth grader with a hunger for knowledge, a passionate middle schooler with a love for fairy tales. This book was one of the truly good things from my childhood, it kept wonder and hope alive in me, told me that even though I’m weird, or different, or lonely, there’s someone out there, beyond the lonely bedroom window, who’ll love me just for me.
I can’t thank this book enough for that lesson, because lonely little me needed that in her heart. I hope whoever reads this review and has children passes this blessing of a book onto them, or whoever’s feeling lonely goes to their library and finds this gem, because they’ll feel the same way I did after reading it over and over— they’ll feel loved.
This was the first book I reread. I used to have this ridiculous rule of never rereading books or novels, but this one broke it.
It was summer, hot outside, I lived in a cramped house now with my grandmother. I didn’t have the greatest childhood, having a druggie of a mom and a drunk of a grandmother prevented that.
This book, with its purple hard cover lured me in again, whispering words of a different world, one where Prilla heard me, understood what it felt like to be alone. Knew how hard it was to not fit in.
I always reread this book, to the point where I’d even reread it in class, it was my favorite. Looking back, fairy dust and the quest for the egg got me into writing, made me understand the power of words. When Prilla was lonely or being scolded for messing up, I felt that. I heard that. It resonated with me. My mother and grandmother would say similar things to me. And Prilla was the one who understood it all, who didn’t find me and my reading weird, who just.. was a friend.
I haven’t read this gem in years, mainly because I lost my copy. But when I found the audiobook I was hesitant, because I’m not used to the medium, and this one was (ironically, in a way) my first audiobook. When I began listening, I was transported into neverland again, flickering through stages of my life— a lonely fourth grader, a curious fifth grader with a hunger for knowledge, a passionate middle schooler with a love for fairy tales. This book was one of the truly good things from my childhood, it kept wonder and hope alive in me, told me that even though I’m weird, or different, or lonely, there’s someone out there, beyond the lonely bedroom window, who’ll love me just for me.
I can’t thank this book enough for that lesson, because lonely little me needed that in her heart. I hope whoever reads this review and has children passes this blessing of a book onto them, or whoever’s feeling lonely goes to their library and finds this gem, because they’ll feel the same way I did after reading it over and over— they’ll feel loved.