By J.K. Rowling
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom called Cornucopia, and it was the happiest place in the world. Everything was perfect, from the joyful citizens to the delicious foods that could make the eater dance with joy or cry happy tears. Everything was perfect, apart from the mysteriously foggy marshlands, where, according to legend, the terrible Ickabog lives. Everyone knows that the Ickabog is just a story, a tale to scare misbehaving children into being good. but stories don’t have investigations launched to look into them. Tales don’t destroy empires and turn people against one another. Myths don’t fling children into the twists and turns of an adventure that neither of them wanted. Do they?
I loved this book, as the characters seem so real, and it is so beautifully written. J.K. Rowling is truly a wordsmith, and this book, crafted during the trying times of the 2020 lockdown, is a must-read for everyone over the age of nine, including adults. It shows the importance of friendship, love and hope, and also introduces the idea that sometimes, the monster isn’t who you would expect it to be.
One response to “The Ickabog”
Sounds like an excellent holiday read, Hannah. Thanks for the recommendation 🙂