Monday, December 10, 2007

My Swordhand Is Singing by Marcus Sedgwick


Peter and his father Tomas are woodcutters who have moved around a lot and finally settled down outside the small village of Chust in the great eastern European forests. Strange things start to happen and the dead don't seem to stay dead and Peter must finally confront his father and the secret he's been keeping from Peter all his life.
It's a quick read, and a fine little gothic tale, and a nice return to the true origins of vampire stories. I'd recommend it to readers with a taste for the creepy, but I don't think it's an award winner. NAY.

2 Comments:

At December 17, 2007 at 7:32 AM , Blogger Elizabeth Norton said...

I agree on all counts. This was a good creepy book to be snowed in with over the weekend and it was a great re-visit to the origins of vampire lore, but not award-worthy. NAY.

 
At January 9, 2008 at 4:27 PM , Blogger Anne Keller said...

Agree, Nay. Like his other stuff though.

 

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