I held off from reading Philip Pullman's The Book of Dust, Volume One: La Belle Sauvage until I got hold of a smaller size of paperback than the rather large one originally published. I was confident of a great read and successfully steered clear of the reviews, fearing spoilers. So, having acquired a paperback edition that suits my odd preferences, I'm now just over halfway through, gloriously without a clue as to where the story is going and very content indeed to be led in that direction.
I'm struck by how in the moments of narrative rest Pullman, like all great writers for children, draws the reader into a richly comforting world despite the menace at its edges. You somehow want to be there with Malcolm (and baby Lyra).
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