I always said to people that when reading a book, it feels like I am being transported to another world and follow in the footsteps of the characters. Howver, one if one book actually did transport you to another world. Would you enjoy yourself still? I can't answer that because it depends on the book. Max'd whole world is about to change where his world may be in danger.

The one thing that I really loved was that books were simply cherished continously throughout this book. A writer was considered a God and magic existed. What could make this world go bad. Oh yeah, something that could possibly destroy two worlds. That could possibly do it. Just stating that point.

Max I thought was an interesting character. I think my favorite moment was when he blushed after being kissed. Awwwww! He got a little embrarassed. Just kidding. The characters throughtout this book were the most well-centered characters that I have followed throughout the entire book. That doesn't happen really often.

Overall this book, I have to say was interesting and I would pick it up again for a fast read. (Since I did finish it in one sitting). So readers if you are interested in reading an interesting book, come check this book out and give it a chance.

I give this book 4 souls! ( )

Books are weird, have you noticed? That’s what makes booksellers a bit odd.

Fortunately Max has only read three in his entire life, not counting the Haynes Austin Montego Workshop Manual. Then the bored teenage hero of Nick Spalding’s engaging fantasy takes shelter from the rain in his local library, where he discovers that some books are doorways into other worlds. No, this is not a metaphor.

I would put money on Spalding being a Terry Pratchett fan. He scoops up several key ideas from Discworld metaphysics – the multiverse, the trouser legs of time, the essential strangeness of libraries – and puts them to good use. But he successfully avoids any suggestion that he is copying the Master. Spalding’s Chapter Lands are a long way from Ankh-Morpork. There are no dwarves or trolls, and while there is a slight air of mediaevalism about them, the furniture comes from Ikea.

The Cornerstone has more in common with Pratchett’s series for younger readers (Johnny and the Bomb, Johnny and the Dead, Only You can Save the World). Spalding is interested in the same surreal collision of fantasy with the down-to-earth demands of life in a modern provincial town. What is likely to happen when the showdown between the leather-clad, demon-possessed warrior and the librarian-guardian of Earth takes place in your mum’s back garden? The answer involves rotary clothes lines.

A thoroughly enjoyable book. Not long – I read it at a sitting, but that speaks for itself.

Quibbles? Very few, and all trivial.

I did think that the age given for Max (17) was about three years too old, both for the character and for the readers who are likely to enjoy this book most. Do 17-year-olds blush when they kiss the damsel in distress? Not any more, I suspect. As far as I remember, Pratchett wisely avoids mentioning exactly how old Johnny is – along with Max he occupies a no-man’s-land: old enough for insight, young enough to be bossed around.

If Spalding writes a sequel – as I hope he will – he might be a little more severe in cutting the colloquialism of the narrative style. The opening sentence is a good example:

"It was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect day to visit the library."

You can see the tone he is aiming at, but "for all intents and purposes" is a bit of flannel which adds nothing. This sort of thing can easily become an irritating habit.

And please, please do something about the greengrocer’s apostrophe’s. ( )