Happy Birthday to our wonderful Caroline. Usually we post our bday wishes here but this morning–well, in the middle of the night–we here at Book Lovers Inc got a message from the future. The email included a document that describes Caro’s future adventures, and we thought why not post it today in addition to our usual birthday squeeing. So here is your chance to take a look into Caro’s upcoming years.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (or not so far, if you’re anywhere near France), the lovely princess Caroline sat in her tower, waiting for her true love. A prophecy had been delivered at her birth that a handsome prince would rescue her and give her the ‘Happily Ever After’ she sought.
One day, as Caro was searching for a new book to read, she knocked her knitting basket over and her wool went flying everywhere. As she cleaned up the mess she noticed that one ball of wool had flown out of the window, its end getting caught on the latch.
Knowing from countless hours of frogging some of her hard knit-work, she knew how pointless it would be to pull the strand. So she started a perhaps too-risky maneuver to retrieve the wool. She started to Icord-knit her way down the yarn that was still attached to her windowsill. It took some time, but with the help of her winged needles that kept her balance for her she did it.
When she finally arrived at the bottom she realised what she had actually done. She escaped her imprisonment by knitting her way out. Pah, she thought, take that everyone for telling me knitting is lame. It is truly awesome–if not to say legen….wait for it………..dary.
After she finished her winning dance she started to do what she escaped for: following the strand. After countless twists and turns, it led her into the woods behind her tower. Giving the wool another quick tug she realised that there was something at the end of the line. It didn’t feel like just another knot–it actually felt like someone else was tugging on it too.
But Caro was fearless and brave, and besides, that wool was her favourite colour! She wanted it back. So she thought, WTH I won’t give up now! Before long she could hear something making funny and excited sounds in the clearing ahead of her. It reminded her a bit of the way the girls on her book blog reacted when they discovered some great book news. Agitated squeeing.
Caro snuck into the clearing only to be confronted with a huge tiger staring back at her with swirling green eyes. Caro froze, knowing that this might be the end. But all of a sudden the tiger batted the ball of wool at her. She stood, frozen in place and unsure of how to react. Did he want to play? Or was this a trick? Caro took her chances and threw the ball as far as she could, which wasn’t really that far, across the clearing. The huge kitty dashed off after the unravelling mass and Caro being the extremely clever gal, very much unlike certain romance novel heroines, didn’t stick around.
She took all the strength she had and started to run as quickly as she could in the opposite direction, trying not to trip on the various yarn strands lying around, back towards her tower. When she arrived at the tower she realised that she had no idea how to get back in. After her run she wasn’t sure if she would be able to climb up again.
She was scared and desperate so she just ran to the door at the bottom and pulled with all her might at the knob, which fell off after the first hard tug. Dumbstruck, she reacted swiftly and ran in, bolting the door behind her. She took some deep breaths and slowly climbed the stairs–still thrilled to discover that from now on she was free to go wherever she pleased. But first she had to relax, so she took a book and pampered herself with a long, hot bubble bath.
Feeling all lovely and warm after her bath, Caro was surprised to hear a knock at her door. No one ever did that. But still great timing; she had just finished getting dressed. Who could it be, though? She wasn’t expecting anyone.
She opened the door to a swoonworthy man who looked like an incarnation of Harry Dresden, holding a ball of yarn–her yarn.
“Where did you find this?” she asked, thinking of the tiger and hoping that this man might hopefully *pretty pretty please* need some first aid after his fight with the beast. Caro would be more than happy to help him–in any way, with anything he might need.
“Well, it came flying out of your window and I just couldn’t help myself,” he replied with a sheepish grin that stole her heart. But what did he mean by that? He couldn’t possibly suggest that…she couldn’t even utter the words but why not–it happened from time to time in her favorite novels, too. And that was when Caro finally took a good look at his eyes: the only thing that differentiated him from Harry Dresden was that his eyes were swirling green pools–mesmerizing Caro and preventing her from glancing away even for a second.
This was the moment her life changed forever…but we have to give those two some privacy, so we can’t tell you more. But be assured that Caro is now living happily ever after with her own Harry Dresden lookalike, who is actually called Gary Preston. They travel the world from one nice sunny place to the next, always taking the time to play, though not always with yarn.
A few years later, on her *ahem*th birthday, Caro decided that she must see what else she could do with her winged magical knitting needle. I know, she thought, I’ll conjure up the real Harry Dresden. What could be a better birthday present than the real Harry Dresden? Not much.
Caro concentrated on her wish, chanting, “Harry Dresden, Harry, Harry, Harry.” And with a splash of sparks a man fell to the ground in front of her.
“WTH?” she started to stammer. “Is that, is that…?? Harry Potter?”
“What on earth just happened?” asked Harry. He looked at Caro holding the winged knitting needle. “Did you do that?” he asked her, “with that thing?” pointing at her knitting needles.
“Er, yeah” she replied. “Sorry, wrong Harry.”
“Hmmmph!” he grunted, and with a wave of his wand he was gone.
Woops. He’s not as nice in real life then.
Melissa: Happy Birthday Caro! Hope you have an awesome day filled with family and friends.. and most of all cake!!
Stella: Dearest Caro! I’m wishing you a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, hope you’ll have a wonderful day celebrating, drinking some fine champagne and eating delicious cake. Wishing you lots of joy and happiness for this next year, tons of great reads, even more fictional hunk heroes than before and lots of wonderful, heartwarming HEA to make you smile We love you Sweetie!
Anna: Happy Birthday Caro!!! I’m hoping the very best for you on your birthday.Hope you get to spend an amazing day surrounded by all the people that are important to you!
Jackie: Happy Birthday, Caro!! Hope you have a wonderful day filled with chocolate, champagne, and maybe a handsome Druid or Wizard in the mix Big squishy hugs for, you, an awesome bookish friend, on your special day! xoxo
Has: HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY Caro!!!!! *HUGS* I hope you have a fantastic day and you haz lots of goodies including books!!!! *HUGS*
P.S Don’t keel me because of that peen link – I still haven’t recovered from that vid you linked me!!! xoxoxo
Amanda: Happy Birthday Caro!!!! *MASSIVE HUGS* I hope you have the most fantastic birthday today because you are so deserving of it and the many many many books that ought to be coming your way xoxoxox
Susi: Alles Gute Geburtstag meine Süße. I hope you will have a wonderful day full of sunshine and smiles. I’m so happy we found each other.
Lea: To our sweet HEA Lover, Caroline I hope you have the best, happiest birthday ever! Enjoy lots of chocolate, books, drinks and presents galore! ((Huge Hugs)) XOXOX
Alisha: La reine des livres (bons, mauvais, et laids)!!! I hope you have an amazing and fun-filled birthday…and may it be just the kick-off to an awesome year! For as much as you make us all smile, I hope you’ve got plenty of reasons to do so! ^___^ hugs!