It was often so easy to identify the darkness from the outside. But from the inside, your darkness was indistinguishable from your other thoughts.
It could take forever to learn yourself.
– Maggie Stiefvater, All the Crooked Saints
I go through phases where all I do is read. And then rather abruptly, I don’t pick up a book for weeks (or months). I read All the Crooked Saints shortly after one of my reading droughts, and I think I was able to appreciate it more because of it.
With a relatively fresh palate, All the Crooked Saints was enjoyed without the shadow of any other read to dull it’s brightness. I transposed the imagery of the Colarado desert onto my living room, as if it were a blank canvas designed for this purpose. I felt the rustling owls as they waited anxiously for another miracle to present itself. And I savoured in the slow burn of the characters’ stories as they ambled toward redemption.