Sunday, December 23, 2012
I haven't, except for The Halloween Tree and The October Country, read any of his work for quite some time, so this little book, with its illustrations and poetry was a new experience. I learned something new about Ray which was that he was friends with Ray Harryhausen, and that he was a lover of dinosaurs (which, of course, makes perfect sense knowing what I do know about Ray). So this collection was a nice way to begin a year long challenge of reading those books of his that I bought this year. At the end I have to say that it was tough. Usually at the end of a story or a collection of his stories I have this feeling that I have been touched by greatness, I can't believe where he has taken me and every experience is different. This time it was bittersweet for me. While he has physically left us he will never really leave, because his stories will live forever. I can keep him alive as long as I am living simply by just reading something of his. He isn't really gone, he didn't disappear, he's still here with me, every time I open one of his books.