Enjoyable young adult book set in medeavil times. Field maid Gatty finds herself a companion to a lady making her way to the Holy Lands on a crusade. Set in a primarily correct historical fiction background, Gatty helps her companions survive the long journey - although not everyone lives to ma...
Gatty's Tale is a spin-off of the Arthur & the Seeing Stone books. This book follows Arthur's friend Gatty as she heads off on a pilgrimage for Jerusalem.A compelling book, and just as in the Arthur books, the writer paints a great picture of living in the period without overwhelming the reader w...
The Norse myths loom up through the winter mists, cold and grim and wondrous. They are bleak, fatalistic tales of gods who not only are doomed but know their doom: they know exactly how they will die, and the only question is when Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, will occur. Perhaps that is ...
Author Cornelia Funke writes in a blurb on the back cover of this book, "The Arthur of this trilogy moves softly into one's heart." And that's just what this set of books did to me; tiptoed into my esteem.Perhaps the last one is the best one. Perhaps, by the last one, the reader realizes that the...
I quite enjoyed reading this book. My copy is the Folio Society edition, which doesn't appear on Goodreads. The story is a nice tale that is easy to read - just what I want from a bedtime book. It carries on the story from the first part of the trilogy. Arthur is now preparing for his crusade. He...
I'm just going to say right here, right now, that my knowledge of Arthurian legends is.... weak, to say the least. I am familiar while also unfamiliar. It's a very like the mass population's knowledge of such characters/legends/myths as Frankenstein, Dracula, Robin Hood, Jesus Christ, etc; we kno...
Words cannot adequately express my love for this book. It's a childhood favourite of mine, but even now every time I read it I find something new to delight in. Gatty is the most wonderful heroine - she makes mistakes and she's rough and often foolish, but the heart of her is so good and honest I...
She shipped her oars and scrambled over to the mast and pulled up the old sail. Asta’s right, she thought. It’s a rag of a thing. Less like a sail than a colander. Then she remembered her stepmother’s bitter words: “You? You wouldn’t get as far as Trondheim. Wolves would eat you.” At least there ...
She trailed her pink fingers along the flat marble rim. She stared at the steeple of water rising from the brimming basin, four feet, five feet, almost as tall as she was, rising and falling back, plashing and bubbling. ‘A fountain,’ Snorri told her. Solveig’s face shone. ‘I’ve never seen one bef...