I am such a fan of Marcus Sedgwick and there's never been more apparent than after reading his latest offering, Midwinterblood. Such a beautiful, engrossing little book!
I was slightly confused as I started it, but mostly because I hadn't read a single thing about it beforehand, afraid of reading anything that might spoil the enjoyment of this book for me. But at it's heart, Midwinterblood is a kind of doomed and gothic love story. Told in seven parts, each corresponding to different phases of the moon and set over centuries, two souls, that of Eric and Merle, struggle to be reunited.
I really, really loved the layout of this story. I was constantly surprised the farther I read this book. I was expecting each of the parts to be narrated by either Eric or Merle, but it isn't the case and I totally didn't expect some of the events that happen.
I really love the way in which Marcus Sedgwick tells this story, I love the layering, as each new parts adds another element. I love the sweet relationship pairings - from mother and son to brother and sister, artist and subject. I love the different settings and circumstances that these characters find themself in. And I especially love the element of sacrifice and also how lasting and enduring love is over centuries.
But it is a Marcus Sedgwick novel, so of course there is a ritual sacrifice and Viking vampires and freaky memory-impairing plants. But everything is beautifully intertwined and sweet and sort of sad that I couldn't put Midwinterblood down for anything. I read the book in a single setting and I immediately wanted to read the book again. Instead, I finished the book and I just sat for awhile, letting everything sink in. It's a really wonderful story, one that I recommend. You will be convinced after reading it that you really must pick up more of Marcus Sedgwick's books. I guarantee it.