If you like creepy tales with a good, old-fashioned,
fairytale horror premise, then this one might tick your boxes. Perhaps for a family audience with slightly older
children, Francine’s fun short story includes all the best traditional scary
tropes: a mythical villain from an ancient bloodline looking to prey on children,
in a remote, rural setting. There are
some great hints at folklore around witchcraft and trolls, as well as nice
touches on old Scottish wives’ tales. A quick
read at less than a hundred pages, this is one to curl up with on a winter night,
cozying up with no interruptions – the sort of book you plan making an evening
of with a hot drink or a tipple – and you can certainly do worse.
I always enjoy books like this, and was also drawn
to its length, although actually I think I would have liked to see a little more;
I feel there was a great deal of extra legroom in this book, and with some layers
added to the story it could have made a decent novel, and not just a novella – if
only just a few words over the threshold.
The author is endearing, and writes for comfort and enjoyment, which is
just what you want from fiction. There
is no ulterior motive, no graphic content, no underlying allegories or
cautionary tales, other than perhaps the usual you might expect from a dark
fairytale like this; it simply is what it wants to be, and what Francine wants
it to be. There are some great characters,
too, who I would be interested to see more of.
I recommend this book for older kids and adults
who like the genre, or those looking for a good way to fill a couple of
hours. Fun, exciting and, though not the
most elaborate story, a great nod to the classic metaphors for fear and danger
that we so loved growing up. I’d be
intrigued to see what this author creates next.