Every Heart A DoorwayBook - 2016
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(LGBTQA) Children have always disappeared from Eleanor West's Home for Wayward Children under the right conditions; slipping through the shadows under a bed or at the back of a wardrobe, tumbling down rabbit holes and into old wells, and emerging somewhere... else. But magical lands have little ... Read More »
This slim volume weds lovely prose with heartbreak and murder and feeling like no one else really understands what you went through. My own personal copy of this book has many lovely passages underlined.
JCLDianeH Mar 18, 2017
A lovely fairy tale in reverse: starting at the end of an adventure in another world (wonderland, fairyland, fantasy world, horror landscape, and so on) and winding through our ordinary world looking for a way back in.
JCLJoshN Dec 15, 2016
I think I'm starting to get burned out on the "urban fantasy" genre, but Every Heart a Doorway doesn't count in that. Lyrical, beautiful, creepy, and entrancing, this is everything I love about mythpunk-ish urban fantasy. If someone asked me for "something like Harry Potter, but da... Read More »
JCLGreggW Apr 18, 2016
Dark, delightful, and surprisingly deep, this is gothic tale about a boarding school that holds all the “troubled” children who have discovered pathways to magical places and have returned back to this reality. But having had a taste of other worlds, they find that they don’t quite fit into this ... Read More »
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I’ve had rest enough to last a lifetime, and only a lifetime for the rest of what’s to be done.
You're nobody's rainbow. You're nobody's princess. You're nobody's doorway but your own, and the only one who gets to tell you how your story ends is you.
"For us, the places we went were home. We didn't care if they were good or evil or neutral or what. We cared about the fact that for the first time we didn't have to pretend to be something we weren't. We just got to be. That made all the difference in the world."
“We went down, and at the bottom there was a door, and on the door there was a sign. Two words. ‘Be Sure.’ Sure of what? We were twelve, we weren’t sure of anything. So we went through."
"This world is unforgiving and cruel to those it judges as even the slightest bit outside the norm."
"Hope means you keep on holding to things that won't ever be so again, and so you bleed an inch at a time until there's nothing left."
"Where did you find the whipped cream?” he asked. “You had milk, I had science,” said Jack. “It’s amazing how much of culinary achievement can be summarized by that sentence. Cheese making, for example. The perfect intersection of milk, science, and foolish disregard for the laws of nature."
"Forget about words like 'Nonsense' and 'Logic'. We can work out those details later. Just answer. Where did you go?"
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A long time ago, a little girl named Ely West found a doorway, and went on an adventure to a Nonsense world, where she was very happy, until one day she was too grown up to tolerate all the nonsense. Now Eleanor West runs a school for other children who have found doorways that led them home, only to be forced back into a mundane world where no one understands what happened to them. No one except Eleanor. The newest student at Eleanor’s school is Nancy Whitman, and she has just returned from the Halls of the Dead. After years spent perfecting the art of stillness for the Lord of the Dead, everything about this world seems too hot, and fast. Her parents insist on things being just like they were before, meaning colourful clothing, regular meals, and dates with boys, even though Nancy has realized she is asexual. So Nancy is sent to Eleanor’s school to recover from her “ordeal,” and there she meets other children who have had the same experiences. But soon after Nancy arrives, someone begins murdering students.
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