Hi everyone! The long and the short of it is that I was so busy trying to figure out a Halfway Adequate First Post for the Year + getting excited brainstorming for our period drama party next month + trying to keep up with the LOTR read along that I completely forgot about Inklings! *face palm* Good news is, cliche or not, it makes for a very apropos January post.
So let us at it!
1. At any time during the month, on your own blog post a scene from a book or film that matches the prompt, including a link back here in your post.
2. Leave a link to your post in the comments section on this post and I'll post all your links with the next prompt. That's it!
January's prompt is:
A new beginning in book or film
My contribution comes from Jane Eyre, a book chock full of new beginnings, with the future as it materializes always masterfully tying in with who Jane is/what she's becoming all the way through. I haven't thought this out in all it's details, but it could be argued that every new beginning/pilgrimage section of her story leads directly into the next answering haven. (Yeah, that might all be obvious.) Anyway. It just got me thinking how Bronte ties those two ideas (a haven and a setting out) together. Also thinking how (with the possible exception of Lowood in the early years) she describes each of the havens her heroine finds -- pretty entirely shut away from the world all of them -- as still being worthy fields of endeavor, with work to be done.
"When Mrs. Fairfax had bidden me a kind good-night, and I had fastened my door, gazed leisurely round, and in some measure effaced the eerie impression made by that wide hall, that dark and spacious staircase, and that long, cold gallery, by the livelier aspect of my little room, I remembered that after a day of bodily fatigue and mental anxiety, I was now at last in safe haven. The impulse of gratitude swelled my heart, and I knelt down at the bedside, and offered up thanks where thanks were due; not forgetting, ere I rose, to implore aid on my further path, and the power of meriting the kindness which seemed so frankly offered me before it was earned. My couch had no thorns in it that night; my solitary room no fears. At once weary and content, I slept soon and soundly: when I awoke it was broad day." from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, Chapter 11
Love this story so much. Have you read or seen Jane Eyre?
Looking forward to seeing what you all come up with -- have fun!