How five crows managed to lift a twenty-pound baby boy into the air was beyond Prue, but that was certainly the least of her worries.
LET MY BROTHER GO!
And she took off after him…
Into the deep, dark, woods…
I have just finished reading Wildwood, a middle-grade fantasy adventure written by Colin Meloy (yes, he of The Decemberists fame) and gloriously illustrated by Carson Ellis. Have you seen this book yet? It is a journey into a dark and dangerous, yet beautiful and magical, forest.
Wildwood is a place that is at once both unfamiliar and familiar:
Where animals talk and but bureaucracy still stifles any real action.
Where both sides of a war believe they are the righteous party.
Where magic and wonder sit side by side with lies and even murder.
Where great evil grows inside immense grief, with a façade of stunning beauty.
Once inside Wildwood it is almost impossible to tell truth from lies or learn who to trust. The book’s 12-year-old heroine Prue and her friend Curtis each spend a good deal of time trying to decipher exactly this.
But for all the disorientation and danger in this wonderful story, it’s not a place I wanted to leave. I guess the clue is in the “wild” of the title. You can love a wild thing, but you cannot tame it. Adore it, but beware if you trust it. And woe betide if you turn your back on it!
Wouldn’t you agree?
Naomi Bulger (delighted to be guest blogging on Tuesday nights while Tina is away)
ps. The second installment in the Wildwood Chronicles comes out later this year. I can’t wait!