I have just finished a fun novel called Rotherweird, written by a gentleman called Andrew Caldecott.
First in a trilogy, I got me the ebook in one of my recent sprees, while stacking up for the winter.
I was curious, and I was lucky – the novel is a blast.
The blurbs compare it to Harry Potter, which is obvious (it’s a story set in England but not in London, and it features magic and a school, so it obviously compares to HP) and absolutely misleading.
Rotherweird is fun, fast and built on such a complex bundle of weirdness that poor Harry would get a terrible headache out of it. Continue reading