It was a dark and stormy night.
In her attic bedroom Margaret Murry, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the trees clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraith-like shadows that raced along the ground.
The house shook.
Wrapped in her quilt, Meg shook.
So when I spotted this one I just had to read it. Oh no, not because of the title, no, because I recognised the art, and knew it was David Roberts, who is truly becoming one of my favourite illustrators.
So I never read the other books in this series, and while that apparently isn’t needed I was still a bit confused about one thing. The girl can do magic? Or does she just think she can do magic? Or is it something else entirely?