I have read three incredibly good books over the course of the past two or three weeks. Now, I’m not really one for reviews but I did want to mention them here.
They were all great for very different reasons. The first, The Winter of Enchantment, by Victoria Walker, is a wonderful children’s book; a rediscovered classic. Highly recommended by me. Here’s what the book’s publishers, Fidra Books, have to say about it:
“Out of print for thirty years and incredibly difficult to get hold of, The Winter of Enchantment is an iconic and elusive book written by the author when she was just 21. It tells the story of Sebastian who travels back from his Victorian world to a magical world of Melissa, Mantari and the wicked Enchanter. The reissue of this book has been clamoured for by many, including writers such as Garth Nix and Neil Gaiman.”
The next I read was American Gods, by Neil Gaiman. A book as vast, entertaining, odd, creepy, powerful and wonderful as America, its people and the gods they brought with them – which is what it’s about. Brilliant.
And finally, last night I read Sarah Salway’s Something Beginning With. It is an odd book, utterly readable and expertly written. It’s funny, whimsical, sad, honest and feels very real. It’s the first book I’ve read cover to cover in as long as I can remember. Yup. It’s that good.
The only down side to mentioning and reading these excellent novels is that it reminds me of the ones I can’t wait to read but struggle to find the time for. There are some books, for instance, that I’m avoiding until I’m not writing because I know they’re going to influence my style. I do want to read them though.
And I’m just wrapping up the WIP. I’ve a couple of bits to check and go through but I reckon, (gulp!) that it’s about done.