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240 pages, Hardcover
First published September 14, 2021
This white teddy understood nothing of the world outside the cellar. Amazement and delight awaited her, but so did shock and pain. They snugged close, enveloping her in warm plush that smothered the factory's cold. Their silence felt solemn. Buddy bet all of them were thinking of the teddies who hadn't made it.This series. It has a suspenseful, action-filled plot and characters who develop and grow, but its strength is its philosophical nature. At its heart is the cognitive dissonance of innocent, naive teddies who just want to be loved and give snugs as they are aggressively confronted with the existential horror of life's hardships and suffering. In the first book, one character reacted to something awful she'd seen by plucking her eyes out. In this one, they struggle onward in their intimidating quest to track down their makers in hopes of better understanding their lives' meaning. They have a creation myth and legends that guide them, but the further they investigate the more they discover much of what they think they know is lies.
The Forgiver began.It's the cuddliest horror story I've ever encountered. Definitely edgy for young readers, but I don't think it's the stuff of nightmares so much as--to steal a phrase from Neil Gaiman--an inoculation against them. For the harsh realities of life might be enough to break some teddies, but not Buddy and his companions. Even in the darkest moments, they find ways to help each other remember courage and hope and love, and that there's more to life than suffering.
"We teddies have been left behind by the world!"
All the teddies responded as one: "Mother, thank you!"
"We deserve this fate, for we are bad teddies!"
"Mother, thank you!"
"We are repellent to behold, loathsome to touch!"
"Mother, thank you!" . . .
The Forgiver turned his face toward the ceiling. His voice broke with a shout.
"Mother, please accept our apologies!"
With that, the Forgiver took his chain and held it in both paws in front of him. All this time, Buddy realized, the chains hadn't been belts. They'd been weapons. With all the might in his noodly arms, the Forgiver whipped it.
The chain flew over the Forgiver's shoulders, striking his back with a hard snap. A small puff of plush rose into the air.
Before Buddy could react, awful noises erupted from all sides. Snap! Whap! Crack! Whump! He turned, and turned more, and more, spinning in circles.
Each teddy in the cellar was striking their soft, vulnerable teddy backs with a chain. Every slap peeled off bits of fur, which floated upward. It filled the air like dandelion fluff, except purple, gold, ivory, scarlet, lemon, and turquoise. It would have been gorgeous except for how terrible it was.
The cellar teddies were ruining themselves before the world could do it.
"I let them believe they are special. Meanwhile, their display of loyalty helps keep the population orderly."
"Orderly?" Buddy repeated. "Have you ever seen a child's room? No, you haven't! Well, let me tell you--it's the furthest thing from orderly! A child's love is the same way. It's messy. It's strong one day and weak the next. A teddy's job is to be there no matter what. By keeping these teddies down here, you're robbing them of the chance to fulfill their purpose.!"
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"We were all wrong," Buddy insisted, and the truth of it made him stand taller. "Don't you see, Forgiver? You, me, Reginald, Sunny--we were wrong to believe that what we are made of has anything to do with who we are. We're more than So-So-Soft fur. We're more than Real Silk Hearts. We're special because we love one another. We take care of one another. No other teddies in the history of teddies have done that."