I picked up this book to read it - even put it up on goodreads - then became distracted by life and a smattering of romance novels. Monday I picked it back up and before I fell asleep I'd read half the book.

I don't know how to describe it. A dream, perhaps. Which toys at various themes, ethics. I can't say I dwelt on these things. If I owned it I would gradually unpick it through re-reads.

The little feminist in me did wonder about the stereotypical rolls of the magicians - the woman being 'emotional' and the man reaching his magic by 'logic' of a sorts. Then again, the female character was given a roll of strength and responsibility - and even performance! - that defied the age the book was set in. And, to be frank, I just enjoyed reading a well constructed story that contained whimsical fantasy with razor edges.