I spent the last four hours finishing it, mostly forgetting to breathe.
It was amazing.
But not at all what I expected. If I manage to write a book half that good I can die happy.
But that’s not really a review, is it?
It all starts when nine-year-old Polly accidentally gate-crashes a funeral. She meets a man named Thomas Lynn, and they do a bit of silly play-acting together. Except it all seems to come true, right down to the giant in the supermarket. Ten years later Polly isn’t sure it happened at all. But she still has the picture she stole the day of the funeral, the picture of fire and hemlock hanging over her bed. And she has the memories that she can’t quite seem to reconcile with real life.
This book is gorgeous and gripping. Vivid. Intriguing. And it ended just a tiny bit too soon.
Diana Wynne Jones, you are my hero.