Oh Dear. I liked Patrick Ness’ A Monster Calls very much. A super story and lovely sensitive writing. So I decided to read The Knife of Never Letting Go in the hope of more of the same but, oh dear!

Now, those of you who actually know me or who have looked at my pictures on this site will understand that I am not in the first flush of youth and, because of that I am aware of the super series of post apocalyptic books written by John Wyndham in the 1950s. You’ve probably heard of The Day of the Triffids, maybe The Midwich Cuckoos and the Kraken Wakes, perhaps even The Trouble with Lichen but My favourite was always The Chrysalids.

This is the story of a boy who can read other people’s thoughts. David, for he is that boy has to run away from the super religeous place where he lives because others want to kill him. He runs off with a girl into an area which is considered to be a wilderness. There’s an old woman called Harriet, and there’s Labrador and…well, I think you get my drift.

Surely I couldn’t be the only one to have noticed this.