Though he died recently, Brian Jacques’ books continue to bring pleasure to millions of youngsters (and not-so-youngsters). I picked the first of these up while perusing a bookstore in Punta del Este, Uruguay as a teenager, and have since been entertained by them at every turn.
Jacques is a writer in the old style. His children’s books in include the death of cute, furry and beloved characters, so you never know who will come out of it alive.
The latest one I’ve read is part of his Redwall series titled The Legend of Luke. This is a high-seas swashbuckler, with evil pirates, noble adventurers and tremendous sacrifice which does exactly what I’ve grown to expect from Jacques. Namely, that is to transport you to a bucolic world of pastoral innocence that, for reasons known only to the bad guys, it terrorized by one scourge or another.
For the time it takes you to read this, you are taken to a land where good and evil are clear cut and food is the most important thing in the universe (anyone who’s read Jacques will know what I mean).
This one follows young Martin the Warrior as he sets out to find out the truth about his father, the great Luke. What he discovers is both inspiring and poignant, but the knowledge isn’t quite as important as the friends he makes along the way.
It’s another good one.
Gustavo Bondoni’s own foray into fantasy novelling doesn’t contain talking rabbits, but it does have a pink sea serpent and a mummified evil penguin, which he insists is even better… you can check it out here (paperback / Kindle).