{"id":12074,"date":"2014-01-31T17:21:33","date_gmt":"2014-01-31T23:21:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=12074"},"modified":"2014-01-31T17:21:33","modified_gmt":"2014-01-31T23:21:33","slug":"book-review-the-blue-castle-by-l-m-montgomery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2014\/20140131-12074.htm","title":{"rendered":"Book Review: <em>The Blue Castle<\/em> by L.M. Montgomery"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I knew I was going to like L.M. Montgomery&#8217;s <em>The Blue Castle<\/em> when I got to a line in the second paragraph that I could identify with oh-so-well:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;One does not sleep well, sometimes, when one is twenty-nine on the morrow, and unmarried, in a community and connection where the unmarried are simply those who have failed to get a man.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Not that I&#8217;ve ever been on the cusp of twenty-nine and unmarried. Or that I&#8217;ve been in a community and a connection where the unmarried are simply those who have failed to get a man.<\/p>\n<p>But I have been 27 and unmarried, feeling like I was simply one who had failed to get a man. I, like Valancy, &#8220;had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come [my] way yet.&#8221; Until I was 27 and talking to a mortgage officer about a home loan. Then, I felt sure that I&#8217;d given up hope. <\/p>\n<p>I was entirely sympathetic with Valancy&#8217;s plight.<\/p>\n<p>Then I got to the fourth page, where I learned of the blue castle in Spain, the daydream Valancy had been escaping to since she was a young girl. I knew at that point that Valancy and I would be kindred spirits.<\/p>\n<p>I had no drab existence (at least, not in the sense of a yellow-painted floor with a hideous hooked rug and ancient photos of relatives I don&#8217;t know hung within my bedroom) or unloving childhood to escape from&#8211;but I took refuge in my own blue castles nonetheless.<\/p>\n<p>Like Valancy, I decorated my castle and imagined romances for myself. I had a series of &#8220;lovers&#8221; (only one at a time, of course, like Valancy did) who each faded away as a new story presented itself to my mind. <\/p>\n<p>I was never a shy child or a shy woman who cowed under the censure of a strong-willed family. I never had a dull life, was never colorless or mousy. I was not one bit like Valancy in personality or family circumstance&#8211;only in singleness and dreaming.<\/p>\n<p>But that was enough for me to like her and be interested in her plight.<\/p>\n<p>Thankfully, Valancy doesn&#8217;t stay a single doormouse caught up in her dreams (that&#8217;d be a rather boring book, wouldn&#8217;t it?) Instead, she receives some news that shocks her out of her complacency and compels her to start living real life.<\/p>\n<p>She starts saying and <i>doing<\/i> the things she&#8217;s been thinking for so long. She throws the jar of mouldy potpouri that&#8217;s been sitting in her bedroom out the window and against the building next door: &#8220;I&#8217;m sick of the fragrance of dead things.&#8221; She announces to a dinner party of assembled family that &#8220;the greatest happiness is to sneeze when you want to.&#8221; And she moves out of her widowed mother and aunt&#8217;s house and into the home of a widowed man and his dying daughter.<\/p>\n<p>And then she moves into her blue castle and building her own life&#8211;discovering along the way that her castle is a little different than she&#8217;d dreamed all along, and so much more wonderful. (I identify with this discovery completely.)<\/p>\n<p>And then comes the second great shock of her life&#8211;a shock great enough to overthrow everything she&#8217;d been building for the past year (du-duh-DUH!)<\/p>\n<p>I liked this book. I really, really did. And I think others will as well.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><b>Rating:<\/b> 4 stars<br \/>\n<b>Category:<\/b> Fiction\/Romance<br \/>\n<b>Synopsis:<\/b> The only interesting thing in dull, mousy Valancy Stirling&#8217;s life is her dream world&#8211;the &#8220;Blue Castle&#8221; in Spain. But shocking news changes everything for her and she suddenly starts shocking everyone else by building a real life for herself&#8211;in anything but a dull, mousy way. <br \/>\n<b>Recommendation:<\/b> Definitely worth reading if you like romances (of the unsmutty variety) or L.M. Montgomery<br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><em>I read this as a part of Carrie&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.readingtoknow.com\/2013\/12\/reading-to-know-classic-book-club-2014.html\">Reading to Know Classics Book Club<\/a> and the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.readingtoknow.com\/2014\/01\/lucy-maud-montgomery-reading-challenge.html\">L.M. Montgomery Reading Challenge<\/a>&#8211;which means you don&#8217;t have to take my word on the book as the final word. All sorts of other bloggers are reading and writing up their thoughts on <i>The Blue Castle<\/i>. Check them out!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I knew I was going to like L.M. Montgomery&#8217;s The Blue Castle when I got to a line in the second paragraph that I could identify with oh-so-well: &#8220;One does not sleep well, sometimes, when one is twenty-nine on the morrow, and unmarried, in a community and connection where the unmarried are simply those who &#8230; <a title=\"Book Review: The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2014\/20140131-12074.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Book Review: <em>The Blue Castle<\/em> by L.M. 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