Maybe I hadn't fully processed what this book's synopsis was, but it was a lot more moving and tender than I thought. I don't know what I thought it would be to be quite honest. Maybe a nice little children's book. But it deals with serious topics, mainly death, loss and grief. It's done in a sensitive, clear, but age-appropriate way.

The illustrations created by Emily Gravett are gorgeous. I'm not sure if they're screen printed or created by carving an image into a stamp and printing them, or whether they are hand drawn, but either way, they're really lovely. Simple but very effective.

It's short and very quick to read. I wasn't sure at first about how I felt marketing this book to children, as it seemed too dark at times. But it's important that children learn about death and grief and how it's a normal part of life, and I think this is a good way to introduce it.

I enjoy reading fictional books that contain scenes in the afterlife. Obviously we can never know what it's like until we're there. But I like seeing how different authors interpret it, and Frances has created a very simple but joyful version.

I have not read any of France's books before and so I have no comparison, but it's a strong narrative with a lot of heart and soul. Especially when it comes to finding your place in your family and in the world.

I mean, it's not targeted at my age group which is probably why I found it a bit simplistic, but I have 7 children in my family aged 11 and under, and I can see how it would appeal to them. It would make a good stepping stone to discussing death and whatnot. All in all, a short, sensitive, beautifully created story.

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.