As a “fantasy” novel, this is relatively spare and quite subtle. This novel reminds me a lot of books like Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Buried Giant, which traces a post-Arthurian England veiled in a kind of mist like memory erasure, as well as the recent Max Porter book Lanny, which traces a boy’s disappearance in a small town north of London, while also tracking a local monster (who may or may not exist). This book is also a lot like the kind of rural idyllic novels of the 1800s and […]
The argument started a good twenty miles from Ormeshadow.
Ormeshadow by Priya Sharma
