The Winter Of Enchantment, by Victoria Walker is a tale of multiple worlds, two kids, an evil Enchanter and a cat, among other things…
I have no idea where this book came from.
Seriously. I know I didn’t buy it, and my husband never buys children’s books, so he’s out. Don’t remember getting this as a gift, and it’s too clean to have been discovered at the dump. And yet, a couple of weeks ago, The Winter Of Enchantment just surfaced, in our house, in a pile of books. Naturally, we picked it up and began to read.
We were not disappointed. Back in 1968, when she was evidently just 21 years old, Victoria Walker crafted a masterful tale of a boy (set in the perfect Victorian (aka olden-days) London with horse drawn carriages, absentee fathers and all) who finds his way into an alternate world and devotes the rest of the story to rescuing the enchanting girl he meets on the other side of the mirror.
There is adventure, and near tragedy. The seasons make an appearance in the form of gods, tables produce lavish meals as long as you ask politely, there are huge houses made entirely of glass… all in all the perfect thing to read with a kid who is into an alternate universe filled with fantasy and excitement.
Which is just about every kid, if you think about it.
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