He does not return before the train for Wales arrives. He panics, telling Seren it is “Them!” Before stepping outside to see if he can find the source of the sound, he leaves the box with Seren, assuring her he will return in a moment, but she must not let the box out of her care. The man suddenly claims to hear a noise outside. She is equally certain the waiting room door had not opened since she entered.Īha! Something strange and foreboding about the man and his box. Seren is certain the tall, skinny man with a dark hat pulled down was not in the waiting room when she entered. Just when we think things are going swimmingly, a thin, strange man, dressed in black, appears in a dark corner of the waiting room clutching a newspaper-wrapped box tied with string. Of course, Seren’s ticket is third-class, but she bluffs her way into the empty but warm and toasty room. The stationmaster asks if she’d rather sit in the warm waiting room for first-class ticket holders. We meet spunky Seren on a freezing night, standing alone on a station platform while waiting for the train bound for Trefil, Wales. However, she did not have to return to the orphanage as Captain Arthur Jones, her father’s oldest friend, offers her a home with his wife and son in a grand estate called Plas-y-Fran, in Wales.Įnough background. Seren was orphaned a second time when the aunt died six months later.
To begin with, we have a wonderfully classic heroine, 12-year-old Seren Rhys, orphaned when her parents died in India, and she was sent to an English orphanage until she was twelve, when an elderly great-aunt found her and took her to live with her near London. I read it I loved it, and if I were still working at Clayton Books, I would heartily recommend Catherine Fisher’s novel to my customers. So, dear reader, this is a bookseller’s review of Catherine Fisher’s The Clockwork Crow.
I feel on pretty sure ground when reviewing children’s picture books, but lacking a librarian’s insight and knowledge about middle readers, kids around the ages of nine to twelve, I often find myself out on a limb or on very thin ice. The Clockwork Crow, first in a new series by Catherine Fisher.
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