Having read and loved Paula I thought
I would give an absolutely different kind of Allende novel a chance. Maybe I
shouldn’t have done that.
It probably has to do with how old and boring
I already am, but novels for young adults “these days” usually can’t match the
quality and intensity of the old ones (Salgari beats Allende, Molnar beats
Grossman, etc.). The three-headed monster is hopefully more a reference to
Cerberus than to the Trinity, but its mystery is surely not particularly
imaginative (anyone who has ever wondered why Clark Kent is never in the same
room as Superman is bound to figure out the riddle quite soon).
Sure, Allende is commendable in her constant
desire to point out that all cultures have to be not just respected but also
appreciated, but in this book she says that crocodiles are amphibians and I
just can’t take that!
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