I read Kelly Barnhill’s The Girl Who Drank the Moon a few years ago and liked it, although I probably wouldn’t have awarded it the Newbery Medal. However, I wasn’t on the committee, and those people who were, did think it the best of the year (2016). The Ogress and the Orphans is much better, IMHO, and should be a contender for this year’s Newbery Award.
Stone-in-the-Glen was once a lovely community, “famous for its trees”, with people who shared the fruit of those trees and spent a great deal of time “discussing literature or politics or philosophy or art” in a leisurely manner as they worked together to care for one another and to share ideas.
“But then, one terrible night, the Library burned.”
This middle grade speculative fiction book tells a very book-centric, literature loving story. As for characters, there are a gentle ogress, fourteen orphans who live in an orphanage with an elderly couple to take care of them, a menagerie of assorted townspeople, a murder of crows, a blinded dog, a charismatic mayor, and a very unpleasant dragon. Oh, and a mysterious, maybe magical narrator.
The writing in this book is beautiful, maybe a bit too precious at times, but I didn’t mind. And the story itself could have been hurried along a bit without losing much, if any, of its charm, but I didn’t mind that either. To tell the truth, I wanted it to last. I enjoyed spending time with the Ogress and with Anthea and Bartleby and Cass and all the other orphans. And all the book-love was, well, music to my ears.
. . . the Orphan House’s collection was surprisingly large–there were more books than the space seemed to allow. This is not unusual. Books, after all, have their own peculiar gravity, given the collective weight of words and thoughts and ideas. Just as the gravitational field around a black hole bends and wobbles the space around it, so, too, does the tremendous mass of ideas of a large collection of books create its own dense gravity. Space gets funny around books.
The world is filled with goodness, and our response should not be silence and suspicion. You have a responsibility to be grateful. You have a responsibility to do good as a result.
So maybe the Reading Room is magic because books really are magic. I read once that books bend both space and time, and the more books you have in one place, the more space and time will bend and twist and fold over itself. I’m not sure if that’s true but it feels true. Of course, I read that in a book, and maybe the book was just bragging.