Shannon Hale is Already Classic
Some books do not need sequels; they are perfect as is. The author did a great job the first time around, and the reader needs no more from the author. Then there are other books that lend themselves perfectly to companion novels. I am not talking about things like the Warriors series, or any of these other incredibly long “stop, the first ten were enough” series.
No, the book series that I am thinking of have become as timeless as they are classic: Anne of Green Gables, Betsy-Tacy, and Pippi Longstocking to name a few. These series are more character driven, and it is these characters that are written so deftly by their authors that make us yearn to know more of their story. Whether the reader is a child discovering a character like Anne for the first time or an adult reminiscing about her childhood, these series resonate with us, remind us about the truth and beauty within ourselves, remind us of who we wanted to grow up.
Shannon Hale has given us another great character in Miri Larendaugher of Mount Eskel. We first meet Miri in The Princess Academy. She is a sparky daughter of a quarry worker who loves making people smile. Her opinions of the world are very black and white. She longs to help her family in the quarry, but her father forbids her from being in the mines. When the king’s decree comes and the Princess Academy is set up for all the girls from her village, Miri eyes are opened to world around her and the multitude of differing views and perspectives of others. She absorbs so much in the year and a half the first book covers and grows in many ways in this coming of age story.
What is amazing about Miri’s new story The Princess Academy: Palace of Stone, is that is is also a coming of age story. The first book focuses on Truth and Fairness, but it is Ethics that play a big role in the second novel. Hale weaves this tale in such a way that the reader begins to redefine her own views and discover new things about herself.
Thank you Shannon Hale for giving us another perfect book collection to add to the list of timeless books. If I had read these as a teenager, they would have changed my world. Then again, reading them as a twenty-something, they have affected me in a completely different, possibly more defining way. And it is this alone that make these feel classic to me. No matter what age the reader is when she reads about Miri, she will be touched and will glean something different. I love it!
Shannon Hale will be here Wednesday, August 29th at 4:00 (tomorrow!). I can’t wait to meet this fantastic storyteller.




Writer Susan Cushman shared a portion of this story with us in a comment on our first Miss Welty blog. She has graciously allowed us to republish her
Like Sally McClintock, who lived on my street in first grade. I think she’s the person I’ve known the longest of anyone from my senior class in high school. Sally reminded me of some funny things that happened back in 1956-7 on Belvedere Street in the Broadmoor neighborhood. Most of us didn’t have air conditioning yet, so we spent a lot of time outdoors, looking for shade trees and sneaking out of the neighborhood to get ice cream at Seale-Lily, which was dangerous because we had to cross the railroad tracks. Can you imagine letting your 6-year-old walk a half mile and cross train tracks without any adults? (Of course our parents never knew, and thankfully we lived to enjoy those memories.) The air-conditioning was on full power at Seale-Lily. We sat at those tall bar stools with the plastic covers, which felt cool on the backs of our legs. They served ice water in little paper cones that sat inside aluminum holders. We drank and ate slowly, not wanting to leave the comfort of the air-cooled building.
Seems like lots of our memories from the 1950s involve ice cream. Or Popsicles. The heat plays a huge role in our memories growing up in Mississippi. Another of my classmates, whom I knew not only from school but also from church, told me about going to visit the Popsicle Lady, who lived near her family in the Belhaven neighborhood. The Popsicle Lady lived alone in a big Tudor house, and had lovely gardens. She was always surprised when she would invite her in for a popsicle and let her eat it inside the house, something our mothers never did back then.