Last year, when I started asking local booksellers to recommend the best thing they’d read that month, Esther Wilding was one of the recommendations I eschewed in order to pick up a YA novel instead (These Hollow Vows; it was a good call at the time).  Instead, we picked this up just after Christmas; we had vouchers, and if it didn’t float our boat, at least it was a freebie. But once again, the bookseller was proven right.  This is sad, and lovely, and I […]