The Silver Witch,
Paula Brackston, 308 pages
Tilda Fordwells has just moved to the Welsh lakeside cottage
of her dreams, but her husband Mat isn’t there to share it with her – he recently
died in a car accident. She lives there peacefully, running every day, rescuing
a hound, dealing with her fritzy electricity, and creating ceramic art. But as
an archaeological dig by the lake progresses, Tilda realizes she can do magic –
and an evil force from a thousand years ago is beginning to stir.
I was disappointed by this book. The pacing was not great,
and the flashback chapters (to the pre-medieval Celtic settlement in the
location, where a witch deals with political intrigue) felt not fleshed out,
like they were there merely to buttress the main plot. I never got a real sense
of place from the book, which is surprising because the author is actually from
the area it’s set in. I was hoping for something more like Susan Cooper’s The Dark Is Rising series, which is
deeply rooted in British folklore, but The
Silver Witch never quite reaches the peak it attains to.
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