![]() ![]() ![]() Indeed, I found myself thinking that this novel would make an excellent movie – perhaps resulting in something like Pan’s Labyrinth, horrific and mythical. ![]() There, he crawls into a dreamworld stitched together from his books, narrowly avoiding a German bomber in a scene that I imagine would be beautifully rendered on film. Following his (dead) mother’s plaintive calls, he heads outside, down to an eerie sunken garden. It is from this reality that David escapes one evening. But now the many tomes shelved his attic bedroom – of history, communism, and old, unsanctified fairy tales - whisper at night, muttering, chattering, disturbing his rest and David thinks he sees a strange, crooked man lurking in his bedroom. His misses his mother, a woman as obsessed with books as he was. His father, caught up in the war effort, is rarely at home, leaving David alone with his hated stepmother and new half-brother is a sprawling house. A bookish, pedantic child, his concerns are far more domestic. World War II has just begun but the war barely affects David, a 12 year-old boy living on the outskirts of London. ![]() 2010, books, genre: fairy tales, genre: fantasy, genre: general/literary, reviews: booksĬast yourself back to 1939. ![]()
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