ICYMI: Skellig by David Almond

There’s something about that award label slapped on the cover of a book that often makes teens run in the opposite direction.  Does a book lose street cred because some adults said it was really good?  I keep trying to give teens Almond’s work, but they always look at me as if they know I’ve lost my mind (I try to keep that under wraps as much as possible).

But ignore the sticker.  Ignore the cover (ours is pretty old and not as graphically interesting as the new cover).  Just read it.24271


Michael’s family has moved away from their house in the city to a ramshackle, dusty old dump in the middle of nowhere.  Okay, that might be stretching the truth, but it’s how Michael sees things.  He’s particularly peeved because they did all this because his baby sister (so far nameless) was born prematurely and needs special care.  Naturally, his parents are completely beside themselves and watch the little one like hawks, and naturally, Michael feels neglected and left out.  You know, that nasty jealousy that grows in a sibling’s heart.  And don’t tell me that you were never jealous of your little brother or sister.

Determined to be as fussy as possible, Michael starts poking around the old shed on their property even though (and because) his dad told him not to.  He also makes friends with a cheerfully odd young girl who is their neighbor.  Mina is a nature lover and poetry-quoter.  She’s a quirky dreamer; a not-quite-grown-up manic pixie dream girl.  Michael and Mina discover a pale, withered creature hiding in the shed.  They care for him, and feed him Chinese food (the other food of love?), and restore his faith in himself.  What’s so lovely about this story is that while Michael and Mina focus on helping Skellig, they’re unaware that in doing so, they are becoming better people.  Michael learns compassion and pity, so when his baby sister takes a turn, he realizes that he’s loved her all along, and cannot bear to lose her.

Skellig’s not an angel–not exactly–although he does have wings.  Perhaps he is hope–“the thing with feathers.”  Perhaps he really is something unknowable who merely lost his way.  Perhaps he is whatever he needs to be to the people who meet him.  This is a lyrical, emotional experience and a prime example of magical realism at its very best.

If you have teens who’ve moved up from The Graveyard Book or Coraline, hand this to them.

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