I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about The Witch of Blackbird Pond and got so excited that I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I tossed and turned, replaying the scene when Kit Tyler helps Nat Eaton thatch Hannah Tupper’s roof and they talk about Shakespeare and pre-colonial revolution and Nat speaks in nautical metaphors … and guys, the underlying slow burn romantic chemistry is just. so. good.
And that is why I’m wrecked today and can’t write an intelligent sentence.
Also, I had plans to re-read The Witch of Blackbird Pond in October so I can soak up the story’s autumn vibes, but I really want to read it NOW despite having a kindle full of ebooks I haven’t read. The heart wants what the heart wants…
Every time I read this book, I’m trying to recapture the nostalgia of balmy summer twilights, lime popsicles and mosquito-stun knees.
By now, I’ve read this book 20+ times, which is obsessive but when you think about how many times you re-played your favorite song on Spotify it makes perfect sense.
