Lady Selene's Reviews > How Green Was My Valley

"I saw behind me those who had gone, and before men, those who are to come. I looked back and saw my father and his father and all our father and in front, to see my son and the sons upon sons beyond.

And their eyes were my eyes.

Then I was not afraid, for I was in a long line that had no beginning and no end and the hand of his father grasped my father's hand and his hand was in mine and my unborn son took my right hand and all, up and down that line that stretched from Time that Was to Time that Is and is not Yet, raised their hands to show the link and we found that we were one, that I was of them, they of me, and in me, and I in all of them."

Wow, what a fantastically written Bildungsroman! I feel no shame in admitting I sobbed at the end like a little girl. Last time I cried like this over a novel was in 8th grade, after reading Nobody's Boy. I still haven't recovered from that one.

But what a special book this is, it's hard for me to put into words just how much it spoke to me, how much little Huw spoke to me, how much I want nothing more than to plunge my feet in his river and just ... watch the mountain together.

Dearest, beautiful Wales... so far from Heaven, so close to England.

"How Green was my Valley that day too, Green and Bright in the sun."

(why do I have such a hard time talking/writing about books I love?)