Fight me if you disagree – and, honestly, I’d be surprised if anyone did – but Marcus Sedgwick’s The Ghosts of Heaven is a literary masterpiece.
- The characters are so well developed and well written, it’s impossible not to believe you’re actually them. You’re able to connect with the characters you never knew you could connect with, and somehow, each character and story are connected. Every time the characters experience something, it’s almost as if you’re right there with them. I was never more torn apart when anything else happened to the characters.
- The stories are written in the way people would’ve written in the time period they’re placed (and if that’s not perfection on the highest level I don’t know what it is). The story from our ancestors’ hunter-gatherer times? Written in a poem, describing exactly the thought process that our ancestors followed. The story from the future? Written with the complicated language we can only imagine being spoken at the time when space travel and sleeping in pods is a thing. It’s so intensely and meticulously crafted, with no disregard for anything.
- The spirals just messed me up. Honestly, the most thrilling aspect of the texts was how each story was built on spirals. They weren’t merely placed there, though. They woven into the story, and it was hard to miss them. Yet, they were so prominent and important, it’s a wonder how they didn’t stand out more. Hands down, this was written so well, and it left me thinking for ages. The moment when I worked everything out, I actually jumped up and my mouth was agape. It was incredible.
- The diction was amazing. I don’t believe this book is anything less than pure linguistic perfection. Each word completely shifted the course of the story and I am still in awe of how well-versed this was.
- It doesn’t have to be read in chronological order – and need I say more? Just another one of Sedgwick’s genius ideas.
Hats off to you, Marcus Sedgwick, for creating a literary masterpiece.