A couple Sundays ago I sat down to read one of the many books on my TBR pile. (I’ve managed to get the pile down to 15 books.)  The book I picked up was “Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow” by Jessica Day George. (Go, buy, read. But only after you read this blog post.)

The book is very good on its own. But what made it magical for me was the memories.  As I read the book and the mystery surrounding the main character started to unfold, suddenly I realized this book was based on the same tale as  movie I’d once watched.

By once watched, I mean I rented it half a dozen times or more (as memory serves) from Blockbuster when I was a young’un. (Man I feel old.) This movie was titled “The Polar Bear King.” I adored that movie. Recently I may have discovered it on Netflix and thought I’d eventually sit down and rewatch the movie that brings such warm fuzzies to my heart.

Then I read the book. And I wanted to watch the movie even more. Then I realized, that I don’t want to break that magic. Reading the book took me back to a simpler time when I didn’t have the cares I have now. Sure there was bad stuff going on at the time. My dad was diagnosed with cancer when I was 7 and died when I was 15. This movie was somewhere between ages almost-ten and almost-thirteen. I know because my memory tells me which house we were living in at the time.

The book itself was very good from a purely rational point of view. The power of memories, that recollection of another beloved version that was no less magical than the book though a very different version of the tale, is what made it magical.

Is there a book that’s just pure magic for you because of the memories and associations you bring to the page as you read it?

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