As has often been stated, the whole point about the bad guy is that he thinks he’s the good guy.
I was lucky enough to grow up in a house full of books, surrounded by grown-ups whose automatic reaction when they saw me finish a book was to put another one into my hand. The true list of the books that made me a reader, therefore, would probably crash this blog’s server. There are a few, though, that do stand out from the crowd – and for me, that list always has to begin with Diana Wynne Jones.
So, here’s the thing: Ruth Warburton and I were MEANT to be together. Our first ever novels – Night School from … Continue reading