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33 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 2, 2017
The maker gave me forty-three turns the day that I met my child. My darling Mattan got only four. Something was wrong with his mainspring. I was definitely no mechanic, but I could hear it, a strained and creaking noise like metal bending to its breaking point. What could you do with four turns? How could I teach him the world if that was all he had to work with?“Carnival Nine” is an extended metaphor, primarily about caring for others who have special needs, but also about life, caring for others and sharing burdens. This toys-as-humans metaphor reminded me of Max Lucado’s inspirational children’s book, You Are Special, though the religious element (if one acknowledges “the maker” as a God figure) is far subtler. The metaphor is straightforward, perhaps a little simplistic, but touching nevertheless. The plot is secondary; this is more the story of one woman’s life and her loves and choices.
for the past two years, i’ve set december’s project aside to do my own version of a short story advent calendar. it’s not a true advent calendar since i choose all the stories myself, but what it lacks in the ‘element of surprise’ department it more than makes up for in hassle, as i try to cram even MORE reading into a life already overcrammed with impossible personal goals (live up to your potential! find meaningful work! learn to knit!) merry merry wheee!
since i am already well behind in my *regular* reviewing, when it comes to these stories, whatever i poop out as far as reflections or impressions are going to be superficial and perfunctory at best. please do not weep for the great big hole my absented, much-vaunted critical insights are gonna leave in these daily review-spaces (and your hearts); i’ll try to drop shiny insights elsewhere in other reviews, and here, i will at least drop links to where you can read the stories yourselves for free, which - let’s be honest - is gonna serve you better anyway.
HAPPY READING, BOOKNERDS!
“You sure you’re ready to do this?” Vale took me to the front car where all the parts were.
I nodded. Our train’s next stop was the maker’s workbench; this was the right time for us to make our child.
He started picking through the gears, laying out everything we’d need to build a child. “My half-sister has these great pincers, like lobster claws—”
“I thought maybe he could look more like us.” Carnies came with a wide variety of parts, which was fun for shows, but the more outlandish ones all reminded me of my mother.
” My life has been different from the adventures I imagined as a child, but I made the most of the turns I was given, and that’s all any of us can do.”
2018 Hugo Awards Finalists
2017 Nebula Award Nominees