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Incredible but I also suspect the innate beauty and goodness of her Princess, we are led to understand, possesses a natural ability to believe the Spinning a mysterious thread by moonlight and eating only pigeons’ eggs. Irene readily accepts the truthfulness of her grandmother’s strange existence, High tower of the castle opens up the first dialogue we encounter on belief. Finding her great-great grandmother secretly living in a Old, Princess Irene is wise, kind, respectful, and brave-on account of being a DifferentĬharacters took different journeys toward this virtue I will briefly summarizeĪ few of these journeys and disclose the journey toward faith my own heart took Praiseworthy in this reading of the tale was true belief, or child-like faith. “King Papa” or Curdie’s quiet, thoughtful mother? Among the many virtuesĮxemplified in the characters of MacDonald’s story, one that I found especially Mysterious great-great-grandmother? Or garner the respect and love of Irene’s The unfailing courage of young Curdie? Or the wisdom and beauty of Irene’s Not wish to possess the kindness and truthfulness of little Princess Irene? Or The virtues I want to cultivate in myself and my family. More than simply an enjoyable reading experience. MacDonald’s children’s book, I longed to see myself and my loved ones Like the fear of unraveling a bandaged wound but over the short hours of George Many questions and much introspection (What is love, anyway? What is worthĭying for?), I feared seeing myself in many of Tolstoy’s characters,

That had last occupied my bed head was Anna Karenina. Lately in the business of new parenthood, moving, and all the “important” The adventures of Princess Irene and miner-boyĬurdie proved to be a ray of warm sunlight to my water-logged heart, so preoccupied Sleepy voice was missing, I was soon caught up in the laughter and longing and The public domain audio recording online, although the charm of my mother’s Scenes on the shore of my childhood imagination. In a fleece blanket and my mother’s voice bringing in the tide of fairy tale Me to the green leather couch in my parents’ living room, my feet tucked cozily Princess and the Goblin, by George MacDonald, is that type of classic children’s literature that instantly transports