When I read a book, I put in all the imagination I can, so that it is almost like writing the book as well as reading it — or rather, it is like living it. It makes reading so much more exciting, but i don’t suppose many people try to do it.
Do I even need to write a musing after posting this line from I Capture the Castle? Of course I loved it! The novel is full of heart and imagination and keen observation. It’s chock full of important matters: family, spirit, the true meaning of poverty and wealth, an exploration of creativity, and love — most devastatingly it gets to the core of love.
Cassandra is an incredible narrator. She’s complex and is figuring things out along the way. I never knew quite where she was going to go in the situations where she found herself — and that’s something when reading a coming of age novel as a person who came of age several decades ago! All of the characters are pretty unforgettable, actually. Topaz! Stephen (oh, Stephen)! The Fox-Cottons! The Vicar! Miss Marcy! Heloise and Abelard, the dog and cat! Miss Blossom, the dressmaker’s dummy, dearie!
It’s a book to read under a million blankets. It’s a book that will break any ice that might be around your heart. If you have an inclination to dream and create and throw yourself into things, this book will support those inclinations. Have a blank journal handy. If you’re a Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables, A Little Princess lover and you haven’t read I Capture the Castle, please do so immediately!
Those of you who have seen the 2003 film – do I dare? Does it — capture?