I thought I might finish La Belle Sauvage before the weekend. The narrative power of the novel is such that it takes some effort to break off from reading, and Pullman's inventiveness is particularly dazzling in the second half of the novel. But there have been plenty of demands upon me - and by no means unreasonable ones - such that I can't see completing it ahead of the morrow. I've just arrived at the last chapter and I don't want to rush it. Pullman demands reading, but he also demands full attention for the reader to enjoy the unorthodox gifts of his fiction.
Also we spent most of the evening over in Woodlands celebrating Rozita's birthday, answering to the demands of family togetherness, the happiest demands of all.
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