Both, in their own ways, are different forms of wish fulfillment.Ĭover art for The House in the Cerulean Sea by Chris Sickels.Īnd if I can offer any criticism of The House in the Cerulean Sea, it’s that the book is pure wish fulfillment. Whatever it is, I find it amusing that when I was younger, heroes are the people I want to be and now, in my thirties, I want heroes to be like me. Maybe I enjoy the subversion as a sort of rebellion against the species of overpowered adolescent Chosen Ones who overpopulate the fantasy stories of my youth. Maybe I just find the idea of fantasy heroes being no different from you and I to be appealing, and can identify better with a protagonist who is only able to do things that I can do.
Oh, he understood why there was secrecy and could even comprehend the need for it.
He couldn’t believe that such a creature existed without his knowledge. It was about this time that Linus felt his vision gray yet again at the thought of-of this child.
The story follows Linus Baker, a 40-year-old Case Worker from the Department in Charge of Magical Youths as he travels to this highly classified location, burdened with the task of figuring out if the children are being adequately cared for (and if they, particularly Lucy, are likely to bring about the end of the world). Klune’s The House in the Cerulean Sea.Ĭoincidentally, The House in the Cerulean Sea is about found families and islands, and it features someplace called the Marsyas Island Orphanage which is the home of an orphan named Lucy-short for Lucifer, for he is the Antichrist-where he lived with five other “dangerous” children: a gnome, a sprite, a wyvern, a were-Pomeranian, and a bellhop (which is just about the only aspect of Chauncey’s identity that is clear to us).
It wasn’t easy to say goodbye to Lucy and leaving him with his newfound family when we moved our entire household from one island to another last year, and I cannot help but think of him as I read the explanation for Lucy’s name in T. And it was quite apparent to all who met him that Lucy is a boy and because we live in a deeply gendered society, people naturally wondered why we named him that-and I, naturally a troll, enjoyed everyone’s bafflement so much that I was not always forthright with the explanation. We used to have a rescue, a Siberian husky, whom we named Lucy.
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