He goes to school, plays soccer, and has friends with nicknames like Leakey and Coot. British novelist David Almond works magic as he examines the large issues of death, life, friendship, love, and the breathtaking connections between all things.Īmidst the intensity and anxiety of his world, Michael is a normal kid. What unfolds is a powerful, cosmic, dreamlike tale reminiscent of Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time. Still, he can't get this mysterious creature out of his mind-even as he wonders if he has really seen him at all. The new house is a mess, his parents are distracted, and his brand-new baby sister is seriously ill. As disturbing as this discovery is, it is the least of Michael's worries. This is Michael's introduction to Skellig, the man-owl-angel who lies motionless behind the tea chests in the abandoned garage in back of the boy's dilapidated new house. I shined the flashlight on his white face and his black suit." Dead bluebottles were scattered on his hair and shoulders. He was covered with dust and webs like everything else and his face was thin and pale. He was sitting with his legs stretched out and his head tipped back against the wall.
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