![]() ![]() ![]() It starts with this faint sound that pulls me out of sleep: a sort of calliope music played on an ensemble of toy instruments. The story opens with the heading “Now” as Imogen describes a nightly ritual, perhaps dream or perhaps reality, that occurs in her bedroom: ![]() Like many of De Lint’s books, this novel is set in Newford and firmly grounded in the urban fantasy genre with which he is so often associated. Both, coincidentally, have been exceptional enough that they rate as Chick Lit Wednesday books. I want to read everything he’s written, no easy task because he’s written a lot, but so far have only polished off two books from his oeuvre (this one and Little (Grrl) Lost). He has been one of my top authors for a few years already based solely on the awesomeness that is The Blue Girl (2006). Charles de Lint is one of my favorite authors although my constantly writing Derek de Lint instead of Charles de Lint might lead you to think otherwise. ![]()
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