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Recruitment of authors…

I don’t mean that, of course.

Apart from the fact that I realised I’d not been invited to the Chicken House Big Breakfast 2019, I was really pleased to find this YouTube clip from that Witch-free event.

I’m still a bit surprised that Maz Evans is a girl. I tend to think of her as a boy, but of course she’s a girl. One of those authors paid 8%. She’s the kind who writes her own books (unlike some, who are not named).

This is a poetic, not to mention humorous, speech. There should be more like that. Maz tells it like it is.

Next time, invite me. I can always say no. (I didn’t, did I?) Or it could take place in Central Scotland.


Who Let the Gods Out?

Maz Evans introduces the reader to Zeus and Co in a most memorable way. There is nothing quite like becoming friends with these old gods to make you understand who they are and grasping their respective skills and personalities. Occasionally literally. I feel better educated already, although being old I’ll forget.

A bit like Elliot’s mum, who seems to have lost it, rather. The two of them live near Stonehenge and money is short and the neighbour is trying to steal their farm. Elliot is tired from having to do all the work, as well as go to school. And that’s when Virgo arrives in his cowshed.

Maz Evans, Who Let the Gods Out?

She’s no god, merely a constellation. Usually she’s in charge of paper clips, but has been ‘entrusted’ with a minor task on earth, which she then manages to get wrong. What follows is a merry romp around the famous stones, with Zeus and his family. At times it got a little too James Bond for me, although that will be because I am old, just like the Queen, who is more ninja like than you’d expect. She knows to appreciate Pegasus.

The gods are powerful and kind, as well as somewhat naïve (about human things) and godlike, but they do their best. Zeus really likes women, but not even he cares for the ghastly neighbour. (It would have helped had the two bad characters not been portrayed as charicatures; vulgar, fat, and so on.)

Full of fun and educational with it. I’d never before realised how Charon transports people around. Although, talking transport here, I was aghast at the apparent single track for the train to London…

Ends on a real cliffhanger, so be prepared for the wait.