among the trees and animals who love her as much as she loves them. It’s odd and lovely, and the book itself is gorgeous, filled with black-and-white illustrations (by Victoria Sawdon) that add to the sense of enchantment.
Yes, it was in her to become haunted and possessed by a face, by a presence, fatally, as though she had been a pagan worshipper of form under a joyous sky - and to be awakened at last from that mysterious forgetfulness of self, from that enchantment, from that transport, by a fear ...