The Stolen Child

by Keith Donohue

๐™‡๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™ค ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ.

๐™„๐™ฉโ€™๐™จ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ก๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™.

๐™’๐™–๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ, ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™š๐™š๐™™๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™จ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ.

SYNOPSIS

This is a two-sided story based on the changeling folklore, narrated in turn through the eyes of two Henry Dayโ€™s, one taken forcefully from his place in the mundane world, and one shoved back into reality to replace the former.

We follow their footsteps as each gradually find their places in the new environments, whilst exploring the history of who they used to be. Fate continuously binds their lives tightly together, through growth, through love, and through farewell, as they endure the pains of trying to fit in and to move forward.

As readers fascinate themselves with the magical touches and backgrounds of the changeling fairytale, we also learn the harsh reality of letting go and moving on, of blending in but not forgetting the truth of ourselves. And of finding the courage to follow your heart.

๐˜ผ๐™จ ๐™„ ๐™ก๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™ค ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ,

๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ก๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™ค ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ข๐™š.

REVIEW

The book first caught my eye with its unique story settings. Iโ€™ve come across several books based on the changeling folklore, this the most mesmerizing just yet. I just love how Donohue chose to narrate the tale through both sides of the story. It not only brought into focus, the hidden lives of the ancient children hovering upon the edge of our reality, but also the struggles they endured to adapt to our lifestyle.

Even after a long wait of a thousand years to reenter the present, the changelings still cannot escape the feeling of being chased down by a dark and mysterious past. Nothing is truly theirs when everything they own is either taken or stolen, just like they all were as children.

๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™š ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ง๐™›๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ก๐™™,

๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™šโ€™๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ช๐™š ๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™š.

I guess the most mesmerizing part of the story, is the process in which each child uncovers the truth to their past, slowly learning to let go, to move forward, to rediscover who they truly are, and accept the place they have been given in this world. and, arenโ€™t we all, too?

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