THE DREAM-MAKER'S MAGIC is the third book in Sharon Shinn's Safe-Keepers trilogy. This trilogy is YA fantasy set in an unnamed kingdom in which, along with your average, run-of-the-mill people, there are also three sorts of quite special folk. The safe-keepers, the truth-tellers, and the dream-makers. While it is possible to find several safe-keepers and truth-tellers across the land, there is only ever one living dream-maker at any given time. It is a demanding calling and the individual usually resides in the capital, traveling throughout the kingdom making people's dreams come true. Or not. It all depends on the person and the nature of the desires of their heart. I'm featuring the third book in the trilogy, not only because it is my favorite, but because they really don't have to be read in order. Each volume features different characters, different towns, and different problems. And they each focus on one of the three groups of gifted people. I think each book is worth reading, but I also think they get progressively richer and more enjoyable. I'm not sure why these books didn't received as much attention as they deserve. It could be because they were not graced with particularly good covers (though the interior design is lovely). I am an unabashed Shinn fan, though (similar to Juliet Marillier) I do end up preferring her "adult" titles to her YA. She's better in larger and longer doses, I think. And I haven't loved her other standalone YA titles. But these three are so very good. Particularly the third one.Kellen's life has been . . . unconventional. Though she appears in all ways to be a girl, she has been raised her entire life as a boy. Ever since the day she was born her mother has insisted she was born a boy, despite all evidence to the contrary. Her father went along with it as long as he could and then finally left when the stubborn insanity on her mother's part became too much for him to handle. And so it has been just Kellen and her mother ever since. When she goes to school she is met with understandable confusion and suspicion. But for once in her life she is not the worst off. At school she meets a boy by the name of Gryffin who receives worse treatment at the hands of the other kids because of his deformed legs. Perhaps inevitably, these two outsiders become fast friends. United in their struggle against the rest of the world, Kellen helps Gryffin maneuver around the village and serves as a sort of buffer between her friend and his abusive, n'er do well uncle. In turn, Gryffin helps Kellen with her studies and her trials with her increasingly out of touch mother. And together they erect a barrier of kindness and hope between themselves and those who deride or look down upon them. Of course their situations are much more complicated than they at first seem and they only grow more so as they grow up and strike out on their own. They both take jobs at a nearby inn where the owners treat them kindly and take them for who and what they are. Then one day a stranger rides into town and changes their lives within the space of a single afternoon and, just as she felt she was getting a hold on things, Kellen is suddenly very sure things will never be the same again.I find myself coming back to this one more frequently than its predecessors. The last book in the trilogy, THE DREAM-MAKER'S MAGIC strikes just the right chord with me, I guess. A main character whose mother is convinced she's a boy. A best friend whose legs are crippled but whose mind is razor sharp. A Dream-Maker who is weary of making people's dreams come true. And a first-person narrative that maintains a dogged authenticity amid elements both magical and fantastical. I found myself empathizing with Kellen, trying to carve out a space for herself, her real self, while everyone around her insists on offering their versions. Kellen and Gryffin's friendship is the highlight of the novel. Low on angst and high on the thoughtful exploration of what makes us who we are and what goes into the way we perceive ourselves and those around us, this book is quietly beautiful. My favorite passage: At first I thought I had guessed wrong about my mother."A dress," she said, when I told her the requirement for me to work at the new Parmer Arms. "But you can't wear a dress. That would look silly. That would be indecent. Boys wear trousers."I sat up straight enough so that my growing breasts made a definite shape against my tattered white shirt. "Girls wear skirts."She looked at me as if she hadn't noticed my changing figure before, and her eyes slowly filled with tears. "You're not," she whispered. "You're not supposed to be.""I don't know what I'm supposed to be," I said tiredly. "But this is what I am."As it turned out, she neither granted permission for me to take the job nor told me outright that I could not. She merely ignored my request, ignored anything that had to do with my new identity. She did not help me cut and sew the three simple gowns I made for myself, following an extremely simple pattern. She did not ask about the work or comment on the money that I handed over at the end of every week. She pretended, as she had pretended my entire life, that I was someone else.But I rather liked the new Kellen, who was, in many subtle ways, different from the old one. This Kellen was not quite so fierce, so independent, so wary. She smiled much more often--though that might have been to hide her shyness. She was not used to being stripped of disguises, unfamiliar with the casual appraisal a man might turn on a woman of any age on display, vulnerable, pulled out of hiding, a breath or two away from being starkly naked.But she rather liked it.I worked at the Parmer Arms four days a week--three evenings after school and one full day when school was not in session. At first, I walked through town, from my house to Sarah's, wearing my old boy's clothes and carrying my dress over my arm; I changed once I arrived. Sarah quickly decided it would make more sense for her to store all of my "restaurant clothes" at the Arms and made herself responsible for keeping them cleaned and mended. She also added two somewhat fancier garments to my small wardrobe, obviously having a seamstress tailor them after the template of the ones I had made myself. These dresses--one a dark navy and one a charcoal gray--were my favorite two things I owned.Sarah also spent some time teaching me how to style my hair, though both of us tended to wear braids and buns to keep our hair out of the way while we were working. Still, she showed me how to soften my face with a few loose curls, and she trimmed my long, completely neglected locks so they fell with more grace around my cheeks. At times I didn't recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. And I was glad to see a stranger peering back at me from the glass that hung over the front desk at the Parmer Arms.Most of the people who passed through the restaurant did not recognize me, either. True, the majority were strangers merely stopping briefly for food or a change of horses, but the restaurant had become a popular place for townspeople who wanted to treat themselves to a special night out. The first two months I worked there, I waited on at least a dozen people whom I had known all my life, and not one of them knew who I was.But there was one person who was not fooled by my new looks or my modulated personality, and that was Gryffin. Or perhaps I put that wrong. He did not seem to notice what I was wearing or how I had arranged my hair, if I was dressed like the most disreputable street urchin or a quietly stylish young lady. Whether I saw him at school, whether I dropped by his uncle's house, or whether I unexpectedly encountered him on the street, he always greeted my with a smile and my name. I did not bewilder or surprise him. He did not think I was trying to be something I was not, as my mother did; he did not think I was trying to break a chrysalis and become something I was meant to be, as Besty and Sarah surely believed. He just thought I was Kellen.I found this the most comforting thing that had ever happened to me. At times, when I lay awake at night, confused myself about what role I should take and what direction I should try to follow, all that kept me from slipping into tears was knowing that I was not completely lost if Gryffin knew how to find me.See? Magic. Give it a chance and I have the feeling you'll fall as much in love with Kellen and Gryffin as I did. Pull it out on a night when you want to be especially cozy.
When Kellen was born, her mother was sure she was a boy, and she has never stopped believing that she gave birth to a son. So Kellen always dressed in boy’s clothing and did boy activities. She was always the odd one one—never quite a boy, never quite a girl.Until she met Gryffin. Gryffin, with his twisted legs and sharp mind, didn’t see a boy or a girl—he just saw Kellen. And from the first day she sat with him, Kellen stopped seeing the crippled legs and just saw her best friend.Life isn’t easy for Kellen or Gryffin—Kellen crippled by her mother’s madness and lack of acceptance, Gryffin crippled both by his legs and the hateful uncle he lived with. But they make each other their family, and together, they thrive. And then, just as their relationship is beginning to blossom into something else entirely, everything changes again.I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—the joy of these books isn’t the gripping plot. The reason I love these books is because there is nothing else like them out there. Jo Walton once talked about the shape of lives being more important and compelling that fighting wizards or dragons (over here: http://papersky.livejournal.com/24372...) In a perfect little snippet of a poem, she wrote:You say there are no stories in happinessonly the fire burning, the bucket in the well,the wind in the gables, the crops ripening.You try to tell those stories and they fall in your handsinto unpatterned incident. The shape of doingagain what was done before is not story-shapethough you have tried and come close.Stop and be quiet. Listen to the rustling.Stop looking for invasions and evil wizards.Until you can see the shapes that life makesripening into stories worth your tellingthe words that you say are only airand neither life nor stories have the valueyour words say you set upon them.These lovely little bits show the story in bucket in the well, the crops ripening. These stories are not epic—they’re small. They encompass the span of small village lives. Though world affairs sometimes intrude on the edges of these stories, they are not about global crises—they are about living in a small village with an abusive uncle, or trying to figure out who you are when your own mother is confused about your gender. They are about being a friend.As one of the characters says in the book, “Kindness is a form of magic. So everyone should be capable of at least a little.”This is a very quiet book that feels important. It feels like it matters because it’s not about world affairs—it’s about the things that are most important to us—falling in love, getting married, having children, making a living, having friends.And like the two previous books, the loose ends all get wrapped up neatly—but not in a saccharine way at all. It all fits. It all makes sense. It all feels right.Don’t read this if you’re looking for high adventure, or for something Important. But if you want to read a fantasy that feels genuine, that feels like it could be true—this is the book for you.
What do You think about The Dream-Maker's Magic (2006)?
In thinking back on this book, I've realized that there doesn't really seem to be much of a plot, nor is there much really to overcome. (view spoiler)[ I knew from the very very beginning that Kellen was living with the wrong family. There was that wee little comment in the previous book about a woman's baby being born a girl and being changed to a boy by the dream-maker. I knew it. And then her family asked the truth-teller all the wrong questions. Of course Kellen was a girl. The question really was, if she was truly their daughter, if their child had been born a girl or something along those lines. (hide spoiler)]
—Anoush Emrazian
I found out when I was almost done with this that it's the third in a series. Boo. Hate it when I do that. Nevertheless, since I didn't notice it was the third till I read most of it, it stood pretty well on its own. I can't help but wonder what I would have thought of it had I read them in order.Anyhoo, I liked the story and the writing pretty well. What stood out the most was the author's treatment of the relationships. She has a knack for writing colorful, realistic characters. I especially liked the relationship between Kellen and Gryffin. It was a more adult relationship than those presented in most books with some sort of romance. In fact, their relationship wasn't a romance; that's what was different. They grew with each other and began with a deep mutual respect and genuine admiration for each other's qualities, which grew from there. It was nice.Except: we never found out what Gryffin decided about the leg surgery. I was expecting some closure to that little tidbit, and I'm kind of annoyed that the book ended before he decided. Rrr.
—Caitie
http://readersdialogue.blogspot.com/2...As coming-of-age stories go, this one is really good. We follow Kellen from ten years old to sixteen, seeing her slowly realize what she wants and accept who she is. Both Kellen's and Gryffin's development is full of depth and color, and flows so smoothly. The way they grow into themselves is real and true-to-life - well, except for the magic part!The feel and texture of the narrative struck me as so fitting, because I actually felt like I was in this tiny village, with ignorant, uncultured people, and when the story took us into the capital city, I felt the difference in sophistication. I think it takes a great deal of talent to create the effect of that movement from country bumpkin to city slick, and Sharon Shinn does that beautifully.The plot kept me guessing for a good part of the book. I have to say, I was shocked when I found out who was the new Dream-Maker! I expected someone different entirely. One thing I'd say, though, is that although I didn't feel dissatisfied when reading the book, I did notice that there didn't seem to be a clear motivation or goal that the characters were working toward, and the ending was a big surprise because I didn't know the story was even heading in that direction.Still, I like the book, the way I was drawn into the characters' lives, the weirdness of it all, and the way Kellen and Gryffin make lives for themselves.
—Esther Bernstein
