I sat up, wide awake. It was magic.
It might be thought odd that I had never noticed Mother sewing up a hole before, but usually she saved her mending for later in the evening, the peaceful time of day when I was asleep.
I was by her side in a flash, all trace of sleepiness gone, the Bifrost bridge forgotten.
"Do it again," I demanded.
"Do what?" she asked, bewildered.
"Make a hole go away."
She smiled and picked up another piece of mending. She showed me how to thread the needle, then neatly stitched up a small tear in Sonja's smock.
I watched, avidly, and then said with conviction, "I want to."
This is the excerpt from East by Edith Pattou that completely got me hooked. I mean, come on, sewing is magical! Any book that admits it, has to be good. This book is a retelling of the Norwegian fairy tale "East of the Sun, West of the Moon." If you enjoy reading fairy tales, I believe you will enjoy this book.

