“I want to be in love,” she said.
Sweet and wistful, this short but wonderful little fantasy by Ray Bradbury has a life all its own. Though steeped in fantasy, it touches upon the heart and its yearnings, and in the end, simply touches the heart.
In language and descriptions as lovely as anything Bradbury ever wrote, he introduces us to Cecy, a seventeen-year-old girl in Illinois whose family is different from others. They can float on the wind and inhabit anything, seeing and experiencing life from the perspective of a flower petal, a rock, a dove, or, a human. But Cecy must be careful, because if she mixes or marries with an "ordinary" person, her ability to travel by magic will be lost.
Here, Bradbury casts an enchanting spell, showing the reader the heart of a seventeen-year-old girl, plain on the outside, yet aching to experience love. Losing her ability to travel magically, and soak in the wonder of the world around her is unthinkable, yet the ache to experience love that Cecy shares with all mankind, is strong. And then along comes Ann Leary and Tom, and Cecy cannot resist.
“Being in this body, this head, was like basking in a hearth fire, living in the purr of a sleeping cat, stirring in warm creek waters that flowed by night to the sea.”
I can’t reveal more, but what Bradbury accomplishes in only a few short pages puts most writers to shame. The April Witch is delicate and romantic, filled with gentle longing. Bradbury seems to be using a feather rather than a pen to write the story, so light and airy is the presentation. A marvelous, unforgettable bauble from one of the most unique writers of all time.