I was too young to understand the gravity of what I was reading. I was barely 14 years old and let loose in the grand old national library in the city center. We would go there twice a week and I would read this book every time I took a break from doing homework. The librarian didn't care what the tweens and teens did as long as we weren't making a ruckus and skateboarding through the aisles. And so, more often than not, I read books at least a decade beyond me.

What I loved was the prose, the way the author could describe a blue sky but make you feel like maybe it was a blue sky hidden in luxurious blue silk in the soft hands of a beautiful, tragic character. And really it was just blue sky.

I was to young to understand the gravity of the ending, the final act between the twins. Yeah, now that I am rereading many of the books that I was just too young to read and really shouldn't have read them - I am seeing the tales in a more appreciative light, with impact.