Reading fiction is a peculiar experience. If you allow yourself to jump into a story and get caught in the current of letters, words and paragraphs it can become all consuming. At other times external stimuli, like a smell or the place you are reading seep into the book. As a compulsive listener of music, songs and stories have long been happy companions.
‘What was the point of Christmas? Magical stars in the sky, a baby born in a manger, a man who didn’t even exist riding a theoretical sleigh across the sky to not drop presents down your chimney. Christmas was the biggest annual collection of made-up daydreams in the whole world.’ Mouse is a boy who … Continue reading
With his new sci-fi epic Philip Reeve has performed a similar leap of the imagination to the one he made with his Mortal Engines series. In Railhead the earth is a distant memory, its former inhabitants now spread across the far reaches of the solar system. The ingenious twist here is that instead of moving between … Continue reading
