Oh my! Frances Hardinge is one of the best writers working today. She is also an absolutely delightful person and I declared, after finishing A Skinful of Shadows that I'd like to live under her hat. I'm aware that I wouldn't actually fit. This beautiful hardback is going on my forever shelf - most of my books either go to dust-hell ie the Bestwick's study or to the charity shop. This was a Christmas present from my Bestwick.
Lord Fellmotte was not a man. He was an ancient committee. A parliament of deathly rooks in a dying tree.
Sent to live with her father's family as a servant, a house haunted by the Fellmotte ancestors, Makepiece finds she has a half-brother, James, and over the years they try to escape the family and its estate. This is a richly beautiful book full of intrigue and danger, adventure and plots and both nasty and loving ghosts. Most of all we have Bear. By page 26, Hardinge had already broken my heart.
Read it.
Five million stars.
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