Now coming to the end of Susan Cooper's The Dark Is Rising. Have reached the sobering realisation that over four decades I have somehow managed to forget pretty much the entire novel, except for the wonderful opening. It's a more fulfilling read than Over Sea, Under Stone, far better crafted, but I am just not able to take the mythos underpinning the sequence seriously.
I think I prefer a world that's sort of accidental as opposed to one in which even a belt buckle is deeply significant. I've had enough of the portentous for now.
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