I tried Alan Garner's Red Shift but (not for the first time) bounced right off the character of Tom, possibly the best/worst portrayal of an over-emoting smart-arse ever committed to type. Why Jan doesn't push him off the motorway bridge into the traffic is as great a mystery to me as the nature of the coded letter reproduced on the endpapers.
So I started The Owl Service by the same author, which I've read several times before and is brilliant, if sometimes needlessly unclear.
(I remember when I first came across the book I thought the title must refer to owls carrying messages or even people. I was somewhat disappointed when I found it referred to plates.)
So I started The Owl Service by the same author, which I've read several times before and is brilliant, if sometimes needlessly unclear.
(I remember when I first came across the book I thought the title must refer to owls carrying messages or even people. I was somewhat disappointed when I found it referred to plates.)