I have been reading a lot of books about faeries and shape shifters lately. I read a lot of books, period.  But, you knew that about me.  Since my daughter Emma became a more eager reader in the last couple of years I have taken up Young Adult fiction.  No, that’s not true.  I have rediscovered that kind of fiction and I am terribly grateful to Emma for that.  Right now, there is a lot of crud filed away under Young Adult, a lot of scary, ugly, angry stuff in those books.  But, there is magic, too.  There’s the real kind, faeries and wizards and talking animals, and there is the more subtle kind, those words written by a grownup, a mother or a father perhaps, that so perfectly capture a voice (theirs, maybe, their own voice remembered) that both Emma and I say “Yes, that is exactly how it feels!”  Exactly how it still feels.