Losing Things
I lost my copy of The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman, and it’s all my fault.
Back in March 2024, I decided to re-read His Dark Materials. I was near the end of the first book when I told Josh I was doing this, and he commented that he had never read the books but maybe would now because he knew how much I loved the story.
I wasn’t ready to go on to the next book, so I took my copy of The Subtle Knife off the bookshelf and put it… somewhere.
Over a year later, Philip Pullman announced the final book in the series — The Rose Field — would be published in October. Amazing news and what great timing — I needed something that would make me feel good, and I decided I’d start again, go in chronological order, and finish up The Secret Commonwealth right before the publication of the final book.
Except I couldn’t remember where I put The Subtle Knife. I’ve checked all bookcases, drawers, and book stacks in the house. I think everyone is a little gleeful because I hid the book to hoard it for myself. And now I don’t have it.
Joke is on them: We’ll have to purchase a new copy. In the meantime, I started with The Collectors, skipping Once Upon a Time in the North, continued with The Book of Dust, and then restarted The Golden Compass again.







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I had to figure out what I did with my lab coats today. Fortunately I was able to find them. But frantic searching for something I know I just had is my signature move lately. I spent 5 minutes in the utensil drawer looking for a turner/spatula – I know I have 2 good ones, and I thought one was in the dishwasher. As it turns out, they both were.🙄