It's been a gloriously warm sunny day, not too hot and the swiftswallowhousemartins have yet to return to their summer quarters so I had the verandah to myself. Once they move back into their nests in the eaves forget all hope of a lazy read, they get very protective and will just dive-bomb anyone who dares to come close.
Add in the comfort of a very large bean bag and I have spent the day quietly but completely entranced by the first title in Kevin Crossley-Holland's Arthurian trilogy, The Seeing Stone.
Philip Pullman was "spellbound", Anne Fine was "so so jealous" and I was just mesmerised, start to finish. I would normally rest a book after 50 pages or so and pick up something else, then come back to it (sorry it's odd I know but it's the way I often read) but I could not be prised away from this one.
I can barely drag myself away long enough to come and tell you all, and then nip over to Ann at Patternings and give her the good news.Ann did a great review of Gatty's Tale, the latest in the sequence, and thus the flood gates have opened.
I'll post my thoughts on The Seeing Stone once they've floated to the surface, but looking at me right now At the Crossing Places, second in the trilogy, so forgive me, must dash.