This Dark Endeavour turned out to be delightfully chilling, with Oppel providing a real insight into what could have caused Frankenstein to act as he does in Shelley’s classic. I was, I confess, slightly wary about reading this—prequels, if well... Continue Reading →
How can you describe perfection? Or—more to the point—how can you describe a fantasy so firmly rooted in reality that it feels real? Because that is the very definition of The Night Circus. Morgenstern has created a darkly delightful mystical... Continue Reading →
I’ve got to admit that this was chilling. I’ve used that to describe several books in the past, but honestly it’s the only way I can think of to describe this masterpiece. The Speed of the Dark was altogether unexpected, but I loved it. The gripping story of unrequited love turned sinister was woven through the streets and squares of somewhere which I am 99% certain was Bath (although I can’t be sure as Shearer would appear to have made a point of never mentioning its’ name) and the idea of something so unnerving happening so close to home gave it an unsettling layer of reality.