George MacDonald has become my master—my pastor and writing coach. Though I have read others of his works, this is the fourth of his novels I have read in a row, and I simply can't read him without my heart being deeply moved.
We first began reading MacDonald's children's fantasy novels to our children multiple years ago now. I had not set out to read any GM this summer, but I felt led to them, first At the Back of the North Wind, followed by Phantastes, Lilith, and now George Falconer. I had no idea that these MacDonald novels were going to help prepare my heart, enabling me to walk my dad through dying and help me in my grief.
He is the master of description, even personifying the moon, and he resonates on a frequency with which I see and long to see the world. He moves my heart in a way no other author has, and I can't sit down and read him without getting emotional. I don't know if I experience anything of what C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien experienced when reading him, but I can understand why they were so heavily influenced by him.
Robert Falconer is now one of my favorite novel series of all time. In some ways this book has "saved my life."