Klune Creates a World of Magic and a Tale of Prejudice

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T. J. Klune offers up a story of magic and strife against prejudice in The House in the Cerulean Sea. Yet there’s something even deeper in a theme about living a worthwhile life. This quote from early in the book summed up that thought:

“It does me no good. Facts., Mr. Parnassus. I deal in facts. Curiosities lead to flights of fancy, and I can’t afford to be distracted.”

“I can’t imagine a life lived in such a way,” Mr. Parnassus said quietly. “It sounds like no life lived at all.”

In this blog I offer a different type of book review­—one that’s combined with vocabulary building. In The House in the Cerulean Sea I found a number of words that had me curious about their use or meaning.

From The House in the Cerulean Sea:

He pointed toward a copse of trees just off the beach. It looked dark and foreboding.

They eventually made their way to familiar ground, and in the distance Linus could see a copse of trees that hid the house of an island sprite.  

copse: noun, a small group of trees

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From The House in the Cerulean Sea:

That and the fact he’d recently turned forty, and all he had to show for it was a tiny house, a crusty cat that would probably outlive everyone, and an every-expanding waistline his doctor had poked and prodded with a strange amount of glee while bloviating about the wonders of dieting.

bloviate: verb (no object) U.S. English informal – talk at length, especially in an inflated or empty way

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From The House in the Cerulean Sea:

The woman’s hair was cut into a petite bob, and she wore a large brooch in the shape of a beetle, the carapace iridescent.

carapace: noun, the hard upper shell of a turtle, crustacean, or arachnid / something regarded as a protective or defensive covering

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From The House in the Cerulean Sea:

The air was thick and redolent, and it made him slightly dizzy.

redolent: adjective 1. (redolent of/with) strongly reminiscent or suggestive of / literary – strongly smelling of  2. archaic, or literary – fragrant or sweet-smelling

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From The House in the Cerulean Sea:

His aquiline nose had a bump in the center, as if it’d been broken once long ago and never set right.

aquiline: adjective, hooked, curved, hook-shaped, hooklike, bent, bowed, angular

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From The House in the Cerulean Sea:

There was always a note of artifice to their bright words of happiness and joy and No, Mr. baker, absolutely nothing is wrong, and I am filled with joy.

artifice: adjective, making a strong, affected, or pretentious display of being artistic or interested in the arts

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From The House in the Cerulean Sea:

At dinner, Lucy had been grinning at Linus the whole time, and though it had the same devilish tinge to it, Linus didn’t think it was nefarious.

nefarious: adjective, (typically of an action or activity) wicked or criminal

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From The House in the Cerulean Sea:

His luggage was beside him. Calliope too, in her crate, though she wasn’t amused at the early hour. Linus could commiserate, especially since he hadn’t slept a wink.

commiserate: verb, express or feel sympathy or pity; sympathize

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From The House in the Cerulean Sea:

Arthur sighed. “Not—not physically. But he’s an expert in self-flagellation after. If something is broken, no matter who it belongs to , he always carries the guilt upon his shoulders.”

self-flagellation: noun, the action of flogging oneself, especially as a form of religious discipline / excessive criticism of oneself

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What interesting words or terms have you found in your recent reading?

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To connect or learn more about T. J. Klune and his books, check out his website at tjklunebooks.com.

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 Definitions are typically from the dictionary that comes with my Mac or The New Oxford American Dictionary.

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“The word is only a representation of the meaning; even at its best, writing almost always falls short of full meaning. Given that, why in God’s name would you want to make things worse by choosing a word which is only cousin to the one you really wanted to use?” ― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft