Book Review: Slade House, by David Mitchell (2015)
Our local library is a pleasure to visit, situated within a beautifully restored wooden barn. The kids like to go there and trawl through the shelves on the middle floor with great enthusiasm, coming away with an armful of books each, which they might or might not remember to read. On the top floor is a shelf dedicated to foreign-language books, offering a meagre selection of novels in English. Towards the end of these I found a slim story by the author of the previous book I’d read and enjoyed, and thus decided to add it to the top of my children’s bourgeoning pile. There is a real danger now that this blog will become a review of novels written by David Mitchell, taken as I am by his work. Slade House isn’t as wide reaching or epic as Cloud Atlas , but is more digestible, and at least as equally gripping. This is a paranormal horror story, but more fascinating and intriguing than frightening and disturbing. The perpetrators are telepathic brother and sister the Greyer...