I promise that I will eventually stop reblogging all things Chrestomanci, or at least slow things down to a trickle.
The thing is that I get a really painful twinge in my stomach when I remember that some of my favorite books will never, ever, ever get continued. That I will never find out how Cat became Chrestomanci. That I will never see Christopher Chant grow up—really grow up into the Chrestomanci whom Cat meets. That I will never meet Millie again. So to assuage the feeling I search crazily for fic and fanart.
There’s also something in the fact that, in most of Diana Wynne Jones’s books, children are often abused or mistreated or lied to, and that most of the adults surrounding them are characters you (and they) cannot trust. To add to my frustration that there are only so many books that I can read and reread, there is the feeling that somewhere Cat is still stuck, damaged by the things his sister did to him, damaged by her disdain and damaged by the utter lack of love, and because Diana Wynne Jones never wrote him fully healed, he will never actually be fully healed.