I will admit that this portion of the book made it more difficult for me, with my newfound awareness of suspending my disbelief, to actually suspend my disbelief in certain moments of the story where the surreal overlapped with reality. The possibilities of solutions as a writer are endless, but employing them in a way that is consistent in the novel, especially in one where a large bulk of the book takes place in the supposedly “real world” while interspersing the unbelievable with reality. It was more of a feeling of appreciation to the author for finding a solution to something that felt close to not being solved.
Granted, reading this book did not leave me feeling like I had been emotionally charged with a new vision of life and how I might succeed, or with that feeling that I understood the underpinnings of my world a bit more clearly. I liked being able to relate on this new cultural level.Īs far as the scope and quality of the work, it seemed to appeal to that childlike fascination of the possibility that toys could be real people, that it could gratifies that childhood longing to have something fantastically magical bring those toys to life.those toys that look like they could start moving at any moment - if you just look long enough. All of the phrases that we now recognize as “so British” were peppered through Lynn Reid Banks’ pages. It was even more entertaining to realize that we had brought a book to England that had been written by a British author. I grew up being fascinated with the first installment in this series, but I had not realized there was a string of them.
The Secret of the Indian was just such a book. With our family an ocean away from what was once home, it is entertaining to see what books made it into our suitcases this past September.
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