A funny kind of magic
May 10th, 2007 @ 2207Filed in: literature
One of my Christmas presents (yes, near 6 months ago now!), was the acclaimed Riftwar saga from Raymond E. Feist — thanks Dave! The first in the series, the Magician is considered by many to be one of the finest fantasy reads of our time. I think I first heard of it when I was about 8; my eldest brother would have been reading Feist and encouraging me to get into it as well, having already set my feet upon the path of medieval literature with the world of Tolkien. This universe, filled with a myriad of amazing creatures and characters, drew me in, intoxicating me with its lore until I had searched far and wide (well, Warringah Library) for every book written about it. Bad idea; the Silmarillion kinda killed it for me. Yet, the idea of becoming a wizard was certainly one I had speculated upon.
Engaging Eddings only served to exacerbate that desire, as I encountered a boy who was only a wee bit older than me growing to learn about sorcery. Something about these lands filled with magic attracted me; I wasn’t sure what it was either. More than just the casual urge to turn a brother into a toad when the occasion suited, the idea of being able to alter the natural world seemed rather appealing.
Now, as I’ve grown older, such wishes have lain dormant, quietly being suppressed by the dusts of school and other non-wizardly things. So, receiving Riftwar for Christmas, began another saga of longing for a magical life. Reading another story of a boy-turned-magician brought to the surface thoughts and dreams long thought forgotten. As a result, I’ve decided my calling in life has been made. I will enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and become a wizard!

Wish me luck!
christmas, harry potter, hogwarts, literature, lord of the rings, magician, raymond e feist, riftwar, tolkien

