What is with people? ;-)

I’ll try to find it in me to talk about this on the Rumpus tomorrow.

Initially the book starts off in a similar style as the Narnia Chronicles in both content and style As it continues on the prose becomes darker & darker from what ultimately started out as fairy story, (with touches of OZ) becomes a serial killer’s nightmare. For those that have read John Connolly’s other books and thinks that this is not for them, give it a go. The “adversary” in this book is as bad, mean and downright evil as any of those in his previous books.
The last chapter and indeed the last paragraph, (it made me smile) brought to an end a remarkable book, and whilst I was sad to finish it felt like I had gained a good friend

“Having lost his mother David is angry and alone with only his books for company. They soon begin calling to him whispering from the shelves. He soon takes refuge in the myths and fairytales and finds himself in a land created by his imagination.”

A truely magical book. If you have ever found yourself lost within a fairytale, looking beyond the story that lies on the page, coming alive more in our imagination, and our day dreams then this book is for you. A real gem, as it explores the depths of David’s imagination and the journey he takes from a boy into the faltering first steps of an adult in an unknown world where wolves talk, and a crooked man beckons David further into its realm.

I just wish it didn’t have to end so soon.