This week Sophie read a “fantasy with rules” book she had dropped part-read ages ago and now couldn’t put down. It started her thinking about fantasy again and why she loves the genre.
On Monday this week, horribly hot and awake at three in the morning, I scanned through my Kindle library looking for something compelling to read. And, buried in downloads of three or four years ago, was an intriguing fantasy, Unraveller by Frances Hardinge. Its world, and the very particular rules to be observed by visitors, gripped me immediately.
Yet when I read it before, I seemed to have come to a halt quite early and had only the vaguest memory of the story. This time, in less than a page, I realised that this was a real find and needed, nay demanded, proper attention. I forgot how hot and bad tempered I was and went back to the beginning.
It was like a glass of something wonderful: cool, sharp and blessedly refreshing. The deeper I plunged into the story, the stranger it got. And always there was that bite of compelling strangeness that I can never resist. Continue reading















