Book 25 or so in the Valdemar series by Mercedes Lackey. Magical talking horses and kingdoms to be saved by ridiculously good people with magical gifts.
Nooo Noooo Nooo don't do that in for a penny in for a pound is what I say.
At my Aunt's house no one and I mean no one was allowed in the front room except on very special occasions and they happened approximately once every ten years or so, even though all the furniture still had the plastic coverings that it was delivered in on it.Yes, it is. You kept all the beautiful furniture in one room, the 'pronkkamer' for important visitors. It was the room at the front of the house, where people could see it. Not unlike the plates you only use on sunday or holiday dinners. And not unlike many people who shove all their junk in a bedroom when expecting visitors
edit: In the cities apartments in multiple storied houses in poor area's often had a 'voorhuis' and an 'achterhuis' (like where the Anne Frank family lived), so two families could live in the same apartment.
I love bread and butter pudding if only you could. I would do without any other carbs for a week.The best thing about it is that I've realized sitting here with it cooling beside me is that I've really had my fill of its deliciousness and its sweetness. And I haven't experienced a sugar high from it. Yay.
I would e-mail the rest to you if I could.
I love Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar books. Have you read all of them? There are so many different series set there ...
The first series I read was the Last Herald Mage series. My favorite so far is Arrows of the Queen, and I also liked the Hawk Brothers one and the Gryphon (The Mage Wars) series. She also wrote a series about elves in modern-day San Francisco that I wanted to love but couldn't get into but I will still recommend trying it.
And Madeleine L'Engle.
Years ago I read a very different-from-Valdemar fantasy series, by Piers Anthony. I don't know if he ever finished it, because it got to where I couldn't find the new volumes. I'll go look it up ...
A friend of mine loved a series by Ursula K. LeGuin, and I love Susan Cooper's The Dark Is Rising series. Modern-day Britain Arthurian series, catalogued as kids' books but I discovered them as an adult. "Modern-day" is relative now, as they date from 1965-1977.
I'm assuming you've read Tolkien and Lewis already?
I'm a retired librarian, I can't help myself.
Almost all, but not the mage wars books, and not the short story books. Fully agree about the stupid elves, I tried and never got past page 40 or so. I did read some of her Elemental masters (I think they're called that) books, and liked them. Positively loved the Dragon jousters series. It's 4 books, please read them!
I'll look into those, love the lord of the rings but not his other books, didn't like Lewis.
I grew up in a council house in Liverpool downstairs we had a front room, living room & kitchen. The front room was out of bounds, the door was locked. We were only allowed in there with Mum's permission.
My Mother in Law was the same - the biggest room in the house was for special occasions and was hardly used. She even put the Christmas tree up in there but none of the kids saw it because they were not allowed in there!
All this made me think of my Gran. She was a wonderful woman, and she sang me songs about a little red robin and such when I was little. She was born in 1913, and though she's long gone, every time I run into a robin I feel all warm and fuzzy. (I bought a lot of robin ornaments this past christmas too...Thank you again, @JoKalsbeek and @Antje77 and @JohnEGreen for the words to the children's song. Today would have been Mama's 104th birthday, and a friend here told me that tomorrow would have been her auntie's birthday. I said "Let's celebrate them." And just this morning I realized that I have been celebrating Mama, with y'all here, helping me with the lyrics to that song she sang to us when we were little, as her mother sang it to her and her sisters and brother when they were little, as her mother sang it to her ...
So, thank y'all again!
) The songs the most important women in our lives sing to us as children, sure do stick with us, don't they.
All this made me think of my Gran. She was a wonderful woman, and she sang me songs about a little red robin and such when I was little. She was born in 1913, and though she's long gone, every time I run into a robin I feel all warm and fuzzy. (I bought a lot of robin ornaments this past christmas too...
