Joan Lennon’s Walking Mountain is one of the best books I’ve read in a long time.
Right, I just needed to get that off my chest.
And how come Joan Lennon isn’t a household name? She seems to be very much a hidden treasure. In a world full of books that would have been better not being published, people should read Walking Mountain. (And Silver Skin.)
Set somewhere where the Mountain has always moved away from the Sea, letting people have a little bit more land every time, now the Mountain has begun to move in the other direction. This is not good. Young Pema is chosen to tell the Women at the Abbey about it, but instead ends up walking to the Sea in the company of Singay, who’s always wanted to do something special, and Rose, a tiny silver man who’s a Driver of Comets. They have a world to save.
This incredibly loveable trio meet many obstacles on the way, as you should in a good story. They deal with everything as best they can. Sometimes they meet nice friendly people and sometimes they don’t. I mean, they meet people who are truly awful, the way people sometimes are in good stories.
The book is exciting in just the right way, and it is a perfect length at just under 300 pages. You just want to avoid having too many other things that need doing at the same time, because you will not want to be doing them.
Whereas afterwards, you’ll feel happy and content and might even get round to doing a few chores.