It was with terrible sadness that I read the news that Eva Ibbotson died yesterday.
Ellen Potter's The Kneebone Boy
and Suzanne Selfors
's novels continue of the tradition of "magical whimsy" that Ibbotson did so well.
I never read an Ibbotson novel that I didn't love.The closest I've ever come, as an adult, to recreating that time of reading "unconscious delight" that I knew as a child was when I was reading her works.
Reading Ibbotson is like taking a vacation to a time and world apart. Luckily I have still not read them all. I have many more trips to look forward to.