A Wizard of Earthsea (first published in 1968) has the lyrical and romantic command of a legend. It’s one of those books I wish I had read as child. I’m sure I would have fallen in love immediately. How could I not? I’ve already fallen in love. It’s adventurous with magic and wonderfully sentient creatures, and a map I found myself placing my finger on to trace the path of Ged’s boat. Oh, the map. Earthsea unfurled beneath my fingertips. I could almost feel the mountainous terrain of Gont, the saturated grasses of Roke Knoll, the wintry court of Terrenon. Surprisingly, the map gave a vast scale to a journey that was now measurable by sight as well as description. But description alone would have done the job quite well.
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