Valdemar saga (in chronological order of the world, not order of publication):
The Time for Change
A girl in the world
Friday, February 27, 2026
The Arrows Trilogy (Valdemar saga) by Mercedes Lackey
Thursday, February 26, 2026
The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery, translated by Alison Anderson
The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery and translated from the French by Alison Anderson, was our book club pick for this month. I listened to the audiobook because I didn't have time to read it with my own eyes, but I had time in commuting and dog walks to fit it in. The audiobook has dual narrators -Barbara Rosenblat and Cassandra Morris - for each of the two protagonists.
You know you have reached the very bottom of the social food chain when you detect in a rich person's voice that he is merely addressing himself and that, although the words he is uttering may be, technically, destined to you, he does not even begin to imagine that you might be capable of understanding them. (page 36)
I had for many years accustomed myself to the prospect of a solitary life. To be poor, ugly, and moreover, intelligent, condemns one, in our society, to a dark and disillusioned life, a condition one ought to accept at an early age. To beauty, all is forgiven, even vulgarity. Intelligence no longer seems an adequate compensation for things - some sort of balancing the scales offered by nature to those less favored among her children - no, it is a superfluous plaything that exists only to enhance the value of the jewel. As for ugliness, it is guilty from the start, and I was doomed by my tragic destiny to suffer all the more, for I was hardly stupid. (page 47-48)
Lines of note:
If you have voluntarily saddled yourself with a dog that you'll have to walk twice a day, come rain wind or snow, that is as good as having put a leash around your own neck. (page 67)
I felt personally attacked as I was walking Hannah when I read this.
At moments like this the web of life is revealed by the power of ritual, and each time we renew our ceremony, the pleasures will be all the greater for our having violated on of its principles. Moments like this are act as magical interludes, placing our hearts at the edge of our souls: fleetingly, yet intensely, a fragment of eternity has come to enrich time. Elsewhere the world may be blustering or sleeping, wars are fought, people live and die, some nations disintegrate, while others are born, soon to be swallowed u in turn - and in all of this sound and fury, amidst eruptions and undertows, while the world goes on in its merry little way, bursts into flames, tears itself apart and is reborn: human life continues to throb.
So, let us drink a cup of tea. (page 91)
For your listening pleasure.
Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls. (page 113)
I don't know about this. Aren't beautiful things for everybody? Debate.
"Get used to the idea, fiddle-dee-dee," says Manuela who, since she followed my advice and watched Gone with the Wind, has been taking herself for the Scarlett of Argenteuil. (page 149)
YESS!! Let's bring back fiddle-dee-dee!
I believe that we can choose our moods: because we are aware that there are several mood-strata and we have the means to gain access to them. (page 155)
I also don't know if I believe this. Can you choose your mood? Do I CHOOSE to just start crying while driving to work on a random Tuesday? I don't know. Discuss.
Beyond the frame of the painting there is, no doubt, the tumult and boredom of everyday life - itself an unceasing and futile pursuit, consumed by projects; but within the frame lies the plenitude of a suspended moment, stolen from time, rescued from human longing. (page 203)
I have so many questions about this. Maybe it's the blogger in me, but I want the tumult and boredom of everyday life. It's so much more interesting to me (where did they park? what did they eat?) than the perfectly composed painting.
What is the purpose of intelligence if it is not to serve others?...If you belong to the closed inner sanctum of the elite, you must serve in equal proportion to the glory and ease of material existence you derive from belonging to that inner sanctum...The only thing that matters is your intention: are you elevating thought and contributing to the common good, or rather joining the ranks in a field of study whose only purpose is its own perpetuation, and the only function the self-reproduction of a sterile elite - for this turns the university into a sect. (page 252)
Ouch. Again, I feel personally attacked. Comparing universities to cults! Yikes.
With respect to faces, the first one is a little muzzle. Yes, my first thoughts go to my cat...I take the measure of how the ridiculous, superfluous cats who wander through our lives with all the placidity and indifference of an imbecile are in fact the guardians of life's good and joyful moments, and of its happy web...(page 317)
For those of you without pets, I hope you don't find this too melodramatic.
What about me? What do I feel? I may be chattering away about the little events at 7 rue de Grenelle, but I'm not very brave. I'm afraid to go into myself and see what's going on in there. (page 323)
Grief. Everyone deals with it differently.
Beauty, in this world. (page 325)
Title spotting:
Madame Michel is the elegance of the hedgehog: on the outside, she's covered in quills, a real fortress, but my gut feeling is that on the inside, she has the same simple refinement as the hedgehog: a deceptively indolent little creature, fiercely solitary - and terribly elegant. (page 143)
Things I looked up:
incunabulum (page 36) - an early printed book, especially one printed before 1501
Anyway, basically, this Russia of the great Russians, I really couldn't care less. They spoke French? Big deal! So do I, and I don't exploit the muzhiks. (page 169) - Muzhiks are Russian peasants.
furbelows (page 181) - a gathered strip or pleated border of a skirt or petticoat
dozier (page 269) - dozy means drowsy or lazy
Hat mentions (why hats?):
Paloma sits lost in thought.
"The hat, as a symbol of stubborn resistance to change," she says. (page 267)
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
In Memoriam by Alice Winn
Hey, who decided to read an unrelentingly sad book about World War I in February, which is one of the most (the most?) dreary months in the year? It was me!
In Memoriam by Alice Winn is the book. Spoiler: It was sad.
Lines of note:
He wasn’t surprised. Gaunt always fled when their friendship threatened to tilt into something more complicated. It was an uncomfortable, unspoken thing between them. Ellwood was in love with Gaunt. Gaunt was thoroughly decent and conventional. (location 597)
This is how we're introduced to them. We learn quickly that Ellwood has no idea what's going on with Gaunt.
I can’t tell you how glad I am to be alive and young when we are. A war is what we needed: an injection of passion into a century of peace. (location 676)
It was interesting to read how romanticized the war was in the early part of the book when they were at school. I guess you have to convince young men that their deaths in war are worthy if they're going to die.
You’ll never guess who is here—your old friend John Maitland. (location 725)
I know a man with this name. That's all. If he reads this, HI JOHN, although how would he read this? I don't know. Anyway, he's my aunt's nephew on the other side, so we're not related. I had a crush on him when I was a teenager, but he liked my cousin Melanie more. Oh, well. I've recovered.
It was true that Ellwood found most things easy: people liked him, he was good at sports, good at lessons. He had never been seriously teased nor bullied, despite the obvious reasons he might have been. Gaunt, meanwhile, had struggled along until he got so tall and strong and impenetrable that no one could hurt him. Gaunt, in fact, represented the only real trial Ellwood had ever gone through. Unrequited love was a difficult thing to live with, but Ellwood managed because Gaunt needed him. (location 1767)
This makes it seem like more Ellwood is more self-aware than I think he is. Also, I don't know what to make of the people for whom everything seems to go their way and they suffer an obstacle and act like their the only ones who have ever had hard things in their life.
Ellwood drummed his fingers on the table. “Is that what you fear most? Shell shock?” It was a common conversation. In 1913, you might ask a new acquaintance where he had gone to school, or what he did for a living. In 1916, it was this: what part of yourself did you most fear losing? (location 3014)
Very interesting. Do you fear losing your mind, your life, or a limb?
The noise as they approached the front was unfathomable, but the larks continued to soar overhead in the mournful sky, and scarlet poppies drooped over the edges of the communication trenches. (location 4620)
This made me think of the following passage of Chapter Three from Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb: All events, no matter how earthshaking or bizarre, are diluted within moments of their occurrence by the continuance of the necessary routines of day-to-day living. Men walking a battlefield to search for wounded among the dead will still stop to cough, to blow their noses, still lift their eyes to watch a V of geese in flight. I have seen farmers continue their plowing and planting, heedless of armies clashing but a few miles away.
“I spend my day hunting for my nightly list,” he wrote, a week before the Somme. “Here is today’s: 1. The tea was still hot when it got to the men, 2. I received your letter (joy!) and 3. I saw a finch twirling rapturously at sunrise. It is impossible to be discouraged with three such things to think about, even if the coming offensive is as red as the men fear.” (location 5264)
FIGs in the wild!
Sometimes Ellwood went to the window and watched women ride by on bicycles. Isn’t that nice, he thought, wishing them crashes and miscarriages. (location 5344)
I don't know why, but this line made me laugh out loud. I get Ellwood, I really do.
As he lay in bed, Ellwood rigid and pretending to sleep beside him, Gaunt reflected that it did not feel like loving Ellwood. It felt like loving a brittle impostor, one who had stolen Ellwood and would not return him. And yet, Gaunt was powerless: he loved every part of Ellwood, changed or not. If there was a lonelier feeling, Gaunt could not imagine it. (location 5732)
I thought this passage was beautiful.
Things I looked up:
Arthur Hallam had died at the age of twenty-two and Tennyson had spent the next seventeen years writing grief poetry. (location 191) - Arthur Henry Hallam (1811 – 1833) was an English poet, best known as the subject of a major work, In Memoriam, by his close friend and fellow poet Alfred Tennyson.
Troilus and Criseyde tale (location 1087) - an epic poem by Geoffrey Chaucer which re-tells in Middle English the tragic story of the lovers Troilus and Criseyde set against a backdrop of war during the siege of Troy. It was probably completed during the mid-1380s. Many Chaucer scholars regard it as the poet's finest work. As a finished long poem, it is more self-contained than the better known but ultimately unfinished The Canterbury Tales. This poem is often considered the source of the phrase: "all good things must come to an end."
Edward II and Piers Gaveston (location 2207) - Gaveston (c. 1284 – 19 June 1312) was an English nobleman of Gascon origin, and the favorite of Edward II of England. It was hinted at by medieval chroniclers, and has been alleged by some modern historians, that the relationship between Gaveston and Edward was sexual. The portrayal of Gaveston as homosexual continued in fictional portrayals, such as Christopher Marlowe's play Edward II from the early 1590s, and the 1924 adaptation of that work by Bertolt Brecht and Lion Feuchtwanger. Modern historians have been divided on the issue.
“I should never have learnt French if Mother hadn’t been friends with Alain-Fournier. Did you ever read Le Grand Meaulnes?” (location 2236) - (1886 – 914), known by the pseudonym Alain-Fournier, was a French author and soldier. He was the author of a single novel, Le Grand Meaulnes (1913), which has been filmed twice and is considered a classic of French literature. The book is based partly on his childhood.
Russell’s “The Ethics of War” (location 2296) - Do you want to read it? This 1915 essay, written with WWI in full swing, asks the question whether war is ever justified, and if so under what circumstances.
neurasthenia (location 3944) - a primarily historical diagnosis characterized by chronic, intense physical and mental exhaustion, fatigue after minor effort, and emotional irritability, often linked to stress
Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat (location 4578) - a humorous novel by English writer Jerome describing a two-week boating holiday on the Thames from Kingston upon Thames to Oxford and back to Kingston. The book was initially intended to be a serious travel guide with accounts of local history along the route, but the humorous elements took over to the point where the serious and somewhat sentimental passages seem a distraction from the comic novel.
Rupert Brooke (location 5747) - I did know him because I looked him up when I read The Ministry of Time, but I just thought I'd add him because people have such strong opinions.
Quintinshill crash, over two hundred men killed, soldiers (location 5796) - a multi-train rail crash which occurred on May 22, 1915 near Gretna Green in Dumfriesshire, Scotland. It resulted in the deaths of over 200 people and remains the worst rail disaster in British history
Holzminden prison escape (location 6250) - Holzminden prisoner-of-war camp was a World War I prisoner-of-war camp for British and British Empire officers located in Holzminden, Lower Saxony, Germany. It opened in September 1917, and closed with the final repatriation of prisoners in December 1918. It is remembered as the location of the largest PoW escape of the war, in July 1918, when twenty-nine officers escaped through a tunnel, ten of whom evaded recapture and managed to make their way back to Britain.
Hat mentions (why hats?):
They were elegant creatures, with new London hats. (location 471)
...filled his hat with cherries (location 2228)
The old Frenchman let out a long breath, shouted a bit more, then touched his hat and disappeared. (location 2239)
"...We wear cloth fucking hats, Burgoyne!” (location 2512)
Ellwood took off his hat and stuck it out of the shell hole. (location 2655)
“The tricky thing is that we haven’t got the right hats,” said Devi, as they dressed. (location 4418)
They all three looked dirty and peculiar, clothed as they were in plain matching outfits, without hats. (location 4489)
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Do you like to read sad books in the heart of winter? Does it somehow suit the mood? Or does it make you sink into a winter related depression?
Monday, February 23, 2026
CBBC Week Four: The Age of Innocence, Chapters 27-34
Welcome to Week Two of Cool Bloggers Book Club (CBBC) for The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton. This week we'll be discussing the last chapters of the novel, 27-34.
There is an Internet archive of the novel and all page numbers I use in this post will be from that edition.
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What happened in these chapters?
There's a run on the bank because of Beaufort's scheme. Mrs. Mingott had a stroke after a visit from Mrs. Beaufort. Mrs. Mingott wants to see Ellen, so they send a telegram for her. Archer will go pick her up from the train station.
He picks her up and they discuss that it was the French tutor who helped her leave her husband. Ellen straight out asks him if he wants her to be his mistress, but this scene is nonsense because he wants her, but she doesn't want to lie to May. Meanwhile, he throws a temper tantrum and exits the carriage before dropping her off.
Ellen is going to stay with Mrs. Mingott and Mrs. Mingott wants Archer to get the rest of the family on board with this plan.
Archer is bored, he wonders idly if things would be easier if May died. Archer and Ellen meet at the Met. She tells him she's staying with Mrs. Mingott because she think it will keep her away from him. At home, May says she had a long talk with Ellen (foreshadowing!).
"A really good talk," she went on, smiling with what seemed to Archer an unnatural vividness. "She was so dear — just like the old Ellen. I'm afraid I haven't been fair to her lately..." (page 317)
The next night everyone's at the van der Luydens for a pre-opera dinner. The Beauforts come up and there is shock that Ellen went to see Mrs. Beaufort. How could she! Think of her reputation! At the opera, May is wearing her wedding dress. Archer persuades her to go home with him early and we think he's going to tell her about his super dope feelings for Ellen, but instead May shocks him by telling him that Ellen is going back to Europe.
May still looked at him with transparent eyes. "Why — since she's going back to Europe so soon; since Granny approves and understands, and has arranged to make her independent of her husband — " (page 327)
Archer and May host their first big dinner party, which is a going away party for Ellen. Archer knows something's up with him and Ellen.
And then it came over him, in a vast flash made up of many broken gleams, that to all of them he and Madame Olenska were lovers, lovers in the extreme sense peculiar to "foreign" vocabularies. He guessed himself to have been, for months, the centre of countless silently observing eyes and patiently listening ears. (page 338)
The silent organisation which held his little world together was determined to put itself on record as never for a moment having questioned the propriety of Madame Olenska's conduct, or the completeness of Archer's domestic felicity. All these amiable and inexorable persons were resolutely engaged in pretending to each other that they had never heard of, suspected, or even conceived possible, the least hint to the contrary; and from this tissue of elaborate mutual dissimulation Archer once more disengaged the fact that New, York believed him to be Madame Olenska's lover. (page 342 - 343)
After the couple has seen everyone out, May announces that she is pregnant. (And I am not shocked that all the sexytimes was kept off page, but can you even imagine what their love life was like?)
Flash forward a quarter of a century. May and Archer have had three children and May died a couple years back. Archer heads to Paris with his oldest son and his son had planned for them to go see Olenska. Archer, who remains a coward to the last page, decides not to go up to Olenska's apartment.
"It's more real to me here than if I went up," he suddenly heard himself say... (page 364) - Did he really say this out loud while sitting at a bench?
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mbmom11 sent some gorgeous Gilded Age buildings for our perusal.
"Here are some pictures of building from 1870-1890 in my town. One was the county jail ( now part of the college campus), two churches, and the rest homes."
I would commit felony white collar crime to live in that blue house.
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Hat mentions (why hats?):
She laughed, and drawing out her hat pins tossed her velvet hat on the sofa. (page 317)
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Things I looked up (wherein you all learn I've never been to Paris):
Wolfe collection (page 312) - Catharine Lorillard Wolfe (1828–1887) was the first female benefactor of The Met and was said to be the richest unmarried woman in the United States
Cesnola antiquities (page 312) - The Cesnola Collection is remarkable not only for its size and diversity but also for its chronological range, stretching from the Early Bronze Age to the end of antiquity. The Cesnola Collection also did much to establish the Museum’s reputation as a major repository of classical antiquities and put it on a par with the foremost museums in Europe, whose collections had largely been formed at an earlier date.
Ilium (page 312) - Ilium is another name for the ancient city of Troy
Roman punch (page 330) - Roman Punch, or Punch à la Romaine, is a historically rich, often frozen cocktail that gained immense popularity in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. It is characterized as a decadent, citrus-heavy, and heavily spiked beverage, historically served as a palate-cleansing intermezzo during elaborate multi-course banquets, including the final dinner on the Titanic. Often attributed to early cocktail writers like Jerry Thomas (1862) or "The Only William" Schmidt (1892), with origins in the Papal Palace in Rome. Here's a recipe if you want to try it!
Jacqueminot roses (page 331) - Rosa 'Général Jacqueminot', also called 'General Jack' or 'Jack Rose', is an early Hybrid Perpetual rose cultivar, developed by Roussel, an amateur from Meudon, and introduced by the gardener Rousselet in 1853. The flower was named in honor of Jean-François Jacqueminot, a French general of the Napoleonic Wars.
maidenhair (page 331) - type of fern (or moss or seaweed, but fern makes sense in context)
Maillard bonbons (page 331) - Maillard's was a popular chocolatier in New York City. That link will take you to a blog post written by a romance novel author about her research into it.
philippic (page 341) - a bitter attack or denunciation, especially a verbal one
Grand-Guignol (page 367) - (1897–1962) was a famous Parisian theater specialized in, and defining of, a genre of naturalistic horror, featuring graphic violence like mutilation, eye-gouging, and murder. Founded by Oscar Méténier and often featuring works by André de Lorde, it aimed to provoke intense fear and shock, often alternating horrifying plays with comedies.
Invalides (page 370, 371) - Les Invalides is a historic landmark in Paris, France, commissioned by Louis XIV in 1670 as a home and hospital for wounded soldiers. Today, it features the Musée de l’Armée (Army Museum) (military history), the Dome Church containing Napoleon Bonaparte’s tomb, and the Saint-Louis des Invalides Cathedral.
dome of Mansart (page 370) - The Dome of the Invalides (Dôme des Invalides), designed by Jules Hardouin-Mansart and completed in 1706, is a masterpiece of French Baroque architecture in Paris. Commissioned by Louis XIV as a royal chapel, its gilded dome stands over 100 meters high and houses the tomb of Napoleon Bonaparte.
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Lines of notes:
If society chose to open its doors to vulgar women the harm was not great, though the gain was doubtful; but once it got in the way of tolerating men of obscure origin and tainted wealth the end was total disintegration — and at no distant date. (page 341)
Interesting to see Wharton call this out directly since she's so oblique in many other ways.
He had been, in short, what people were beginning to call "a good citizen." In New York, for many years past, every new movement, philanthropic, municipal or artistic, had taken account of his opinion and wanted his name.' People said: "Ask Archer" when there was a question of starting the first school for crippled children, reorganising the Museum of Art, founding the Grolier Club, inaugurating the new Library, or getting up a new society of chamber music. His days were full, and they were filled decently. He supposed it was all a man ought to ask. (page 349-350)
Archer is forever and ever a twat.
"And you never told each other anything. You just sat and watched each other, and guessed at what was going on underneath. A deaf-and-dumb asylum, in fact!" (page 359)
Ha! Dallas knows what's up.
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Last week's homework:
I saw hat or hats twice in this week's reading. Did you see your word?
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Questions to ponder:
"Oh, no — but probably one of the least fussy," she answered, a smile in her voice.
"Call it what you like: you look at things as they are." "Ah— I've had to. I've had to look at the Gorgon." "Well — it hasn't blinded you! You've seen that she's just an old bogey like all the others."
"She doesn't blind one; but she dries up one's tears." (page 291)
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Upcoming CBBC schedule:
Sunday, February 22, 2026
2026 F.I.G. Collective - Week Three
We went to Dave & Buster's with my BIL, SIL, nephew, and nephew's girlfriend. The food was surprisingly good and there was an oversized Pac-man game I was kind of obsessed with. I'm so grateful we were able to spend time with all of them and have so much fun.
CBBC readers! It's so fun to see everyone's comments about the book.
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
Promise Me Sunshine by Cara Bastone
Anyone paying close attention here (lolz) might notice there hasn't been a book review in a long time. That is because I am in a book rut. I was reading meh books and feeling bad about it. You know how you're in a book rut and you start to question your identity as a reader? Is this just me? I don't know. Anyway, Promise Me Sunshine by Cara Bastone was available as an audiobook immediately and Stephany and Kim had written about it gushingly, so I threw my actual TBR to the wind and dove in.
Lenny is struggling. Her best friend died and her grief is overwhelming everything. She's not going home to the apartment she shared with her friend, she's avoiding her parents, and she's only taking short-term babysitting gigs. One of those short-terms gigs is watching Ainsley when her single mother Reese is working out of town. The only problem is that Ainsley's Uncle Miles is always around. He's grumpy, he's mean, and he's not helping Lenny (or Ainsley, for that matter). Well, he's not helping until he realizes that she's in a state of distress and then he has this crazy idea to make her come back to life.
This novel is crazy. It's grumpy/sunshine and friends to lovers romance, but it's also a novel about grief. In my head, I'm over here saying that Lenny should not get involved romantically until she sorts herself out, but I think these two kids are going to make it. I thought this book was so delicately written and plotted and I loved every second of it. I loved the secondary characters from Lenny's parents to the little girl Ainsley (and you know I normally think precocious kids are NOT good) to the doorman of the building. I loved the scenes on the Staten Island ferry. I loved feeling all the feelings.
Also? You guys. I am Lenny and my husband is Miles. It's just how it is. 5/5 stars
Lines of note:
What am I supposed to do? Wear a sign? Not strung out, just having a debilitating mental health crisis while navigating the most excruciating chapter of my life. (Chapter Two)
I mean, maybe a sign would be good?
Producing a book from nowhere, he reclines and is immediately the picture of someone who can entertain themself with nothing but their own intellect. It's irritating in an attractive way. (Chapter Twenty-Two)
YES!! Sometimes I just want him to pay attention to me, but he'd rather entertain himself. It's quite attractive, but I still want attention.
He lowers his book and eyes me over top of it. "It must be truly exhausting to live in your brain."
"You have no idea." (Chapter Twenty-Two)
"I felt joy...real joy, and I didn't know I was capable of that feeling anymore, but there it was." (Chapter Twenty-Eight)
I hope someday I feel the lightness and happiness I once felt.
Hat mentions (why hats?):
"I want one of those little Jackie O hats where the lace comes down over your eyes." (Two Best Friends Sit Facing One Another On a Twin Bed)
...opted for a top hat and a waistcoat...(Chapter Three)
"Are you fantasizing about the one in the hat or the one in the glasses?" (Chapter Six)
...Glasses was going to propose to me on a Jumbotron. I decline, most likely, and Hat doesn't believe in marriage, but would eventually agree to a courthouse ceremony after he accidentally read a page from my dairy and realized how important it was to me. (Chapter Six)
She's got a big fleece hat on and an Aladdin blanket over her lap. (Part Three: Forever After: I Am Laughing With My Hands Over My Face)
And it will look cute under a winter hat. (Chapter Thirty-One)
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If you're in a reading rut, what do you read to get you out of it?






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