The first line - 'Lydia is dead. But they don't know this yet.' Oh wow, what a beginning, where is this going, and where has it been to open with such a stunning nine little words. Lydia's family is very ordinary - Mum, Dad, three children - Nath her 17 year old brother, Lydia who is 16, and younger sister Hannah. It is 1977, the family live in a town in Ohio, Dad James is a lecturer at the local university, and Mum Marilyn is a stay-at-home Mum. The only difference, the only thing that makes them stand out in the local community is that they are Chinese, the only Chinese in the town. So not only do they look different which is terrible enough when you are a teenager, but they also carry the cultural expectation that the children are going to be genius, realise all the burdensome dreams of their parents, grandparents. Things in life have not turned out as expected for parents James and Marilyn and they see Lydia, the brightest star of the three children, as the channel of their unrealised ambitions.

All of this unfolds as the story gets underway, and we also read the backstory to James and Marilyn. These are just ordinary people, just like the majority of us. Many of us are parents, we have all been teenagers in our own often suffocating families. This novel explores and details oh so beautifully the intricate and intimate dynamics within a family, how it can go so terribly wrong so easily. The characters, all of them, are so well drawn and crafted, gently revealing themselves, their motivations. The tension is also gentle, slowly building, the big question being was Lydia murdered? Did she take her own life? Was it all an accident? Right up to the end the reader does not know. Although the death of Lydia is at the heart of the book, it is not actually what the book is about. Rather it is about a family, its dynamics, secrets, interactions, favouritism and disappointment. Very very good. 

CITY OF CROWS by Chris Womersley

I couldn't find out if Paris was ever known as the 'city of crows', but crows, rats, disease, decay, plague, superstition, religious zealotry, witchcraft, burnings at the stake, evil, the devil, potions and spells all feature in this Paris of the 1670s. It is impossible for us in our sanitised, almost sterile and secular existences to even begin to imagine how hideous life was like 350 years ago. The imagination required to create this story, and the skill to craft it is immense.

So incredibly vivid, the mental pictures and images conjured up by the writer are amazing. The physical descriptions of Paris, its poverty and depravity; the rural country side and forests in their untamed beauty and simplicity of living; life as a prisoner sentenced to years working as a galley slave; what people wore, what they ate, how they behaved towards each other with mostly cruelty and ruthlessness.

But it is magic, black magic mostly, that is at the core of this novel. As a species our whole society rests on how we explain the unexplained. Myths, legends, fairy tales, religions all present explanations for where we come from, what makes the sun rise every day, where storms come from, worshipping gods of harvest to ensure food for the next year,. These are just a few of the thousands of ideas us humans have come up with to explain stuff, the ultimate being sacrifice of animals or humans to ensure the favour of the gods. So in 17th century Europe, with plague and pestilence or simply unexplained illness running rampart with no end in sight, praying getting no one anywhere, it is hardly surprising people resorted to magic as yet another tool in the battle to both stay alive and to get ahead of all others.

Charlotte Picot is a young peasant woman, losing her husband to plague, and three other children in years past. She has decided to leave her sick village in search of a better life, and with her young son Nicolas takes to the road. Nicolas is kidnapped by child slave traders, Charlotte left for dead. She is rescued by an old woman, well known and feared by locals as a witch. The witch passes to Charlotte her spells book, shows her what she can do to get her son back, and sends her on her way. At the same time, an unusual man who goes by the name of Lesarge is also on the road, making his own way to Paris. He is probably what we would nowadays calls a trickster, a magician, a con man. He has been released from a ten year sentence on the galleys, and is on his way to recover a fortune he knows exists in Paris. Somehow, magic brings him and Charlotte together, forging an unlikely alliance.After a number of adventures and encounters with other dangerous folk, as well as some magic, they make their way to Paris.

It is definitely a strange book, and walks a very fine line between the real world and the magical world. Both the main characters are extraordinary, and I veered from liking to disliking to liking to being horrified and what they do together and individually. There is always that little bit of tension too in the writing - will they see a way around their differences and fall for each other, or will they always remain distrustful and scared of each other. Unfortunately, for me as this particular reader, the magic got to be a bit much. The ending was most unexpected, rather horrifying, and ultimately plain silly. However, as another review I read pointed out, we have no way of knowing what state of mind Charlotte may have been in, deeply grieving, losing her last surviving child, always on the brink of finding him, but never doing so. Is it this state of mind that tips her over the edge? Or are there really darker forces at work? As for Lesarge, his own moral compass is somewhat disturbed too, and he struggles to break away from his past life in the shady world of magic, potions and poisons.

There is a fantastic imagination at work here, and the writing is terrific. But there is also a lot of magic and weirdness, and if the fantasy genre is not your thing, this will only be a 3 star. If fantasy is your thing, then this could well be a great read for you.