Hardinge can do no wrong if you ask me. Some of her writing speaks directly to my soul, some to my brain, some makes my feet twitch in craving of adventures, but I’ve always felt — nourished, and richer for the experience, for having read her.

This story is significantly shorter than her usual fare, but no less lovely, especially complemented by Emily Gavett’s illustrations that put me in mind of art in books from my own childhood. Do I wish this was a longer story? I’m always greedy for more of Hardinge’s writing, so yes. But was every word in its place, precisely fitted for the size of this story? Yes again. Island of Whispers would make a lovely gift to fans and collectors of Hardinge, and serve and introduction to those who are fortunate enough to yet discover her writing.