The poets did at least put it into words for you and ease the pain of it. She believed she had not heard such birdsong since she was a child yet every year they had been singing like this in the tall woods of England… The piercing clear deep ringing and ringing seemed thrusting through her almost intolerably. The flowers gathered all the light to themselves. I started the book a few weeks ago and then set it aside, and all through those days this line kept repeating itself in my mind. That one comes early, and I marked it not knowing how important the objects, and the gathering of the light, were going to be-in that first encounter, it was the sheer beauty of the image that made me gasp. The flowers and the polished silver gathered all the light to themselves…” “…a silver tankard of lilies-of-the-valley stood on an oak chest.
Never in my life have I marked so many passages in a single novel. I kept thinking, I didn’t know, I didn’t know.įor now, while I’m sorting out why, I’ll let Elizabeth do the talking. But The Scent of Water went even deeper, burrowed right into the center of me.
I knew I would probably enjoy it I love Elizabeth Goudge’s writing I’ve loved Linnets and Valerians more each time I’ve read it. I was fifty or sixty pages in when I turned to Scott and said-I felt breathless-I think I found my favorite book. I don’t know how to write about it, and I don’t know how not to. This one’s going to take me a little while to find words for.
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