It’s pretty much Narnia, and I don’t feel like it’s good Narnia.
Three children stumble upon an extraordinary library in an old house. Armed with magical books, and accompanied by an enchanting deerhound, they leave through a door that takes them to a world in the past.
Beyond the door, a kingdom is in crisis. The Great Sword of State has been stolen and destroyed. The Queen reveals an ancient prophecy that says only children can replace the Sword and she sends them on a journey that takes them beyond the world’s end.
The children must unlock the secrets in their books as they face storms, fight traitors and tackle dragons. Without knowing who they can n trust, can they succeed?
One of my favorite quotes about children’s literature comes from C.S. Lewis. He says, “A children’s story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children’s story in the slightest.”
I think this book is really missing a good editor. It has potential. I wouldn’t have requested it if it didn’t sound interesting, but it just wasn’t written well and it felt too targeted.
The tricky thing about children’s literature is that you don’t want to sound like you’re writing for children and the writing in The Palace Library felt just like that. Sentences were too simple, things that were special had way too much attention drawn too them, and, of course, it was the youngest child who knew the most instantly about this crazy world within the wall.
It just didn’t feel like Steven Loveridge really knew how to write for children. Writing for children also means writing for adults and I, an adult though some deny it, didn’t feel included in the story.