I'm currently behind on reviews, so don't be surprised if the recent reviews are a bit sparse.

The Last Unicorn

Cover of The Last Unicorn.

I really enjoyed this one - it’s a fairytale, it’s very very lyrical, but at the same time it surprises you with bursts of dry humour. The length and pacing is perfect, too - it’s a short book, but it carries its length well.


We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.


What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain
– What is gone is gone.

What is sea-born dies on land,
Soft is trod upon.
What is given burns the hand
– What is gone is gone.

Here is there, and high is low;
All may be undone.
What is true, no two men know
– What is gone is gone.

Who has choices need not choose.
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose
– What is gone is gone.


When I was alive, I believed β€” as you do β€” that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said ‘one o’clock’ as though I could see it, and ‘Monday’ as though I could find it on the map; and I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year, as though I were actually moving from one place to another. Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked up with seconds and minutes, weekends and New Year’s Days, and I never went outside until I died, because there was no other door. Now I know that I could have walked through the walls. (…) You can strike your own time, and start the count anywhere. When you understand that β€” then any time at all will be the right time for you.