Sounds a bit ominous doesn’t it. What I actually mean is that it struck me today, as my husband and I took to a cave-studded stretch of Cornish coastline for a blustery walk, that it won’t be long before my children are ready for Susan Cooper’s Dark is Rising series.
We’re four books into Narnia and well-versed in Harry Potter and I know that, now that they’re familiar with the bones of Arthurian legend and have fond, vivid impressions of Cornwall, they’ll love the pagan, mystical intrigue of the children who, together with Great Uncle Merry/ Merriman and other beings of Light, work to fight back the powers of the rising Dark.
Not to mention the fact that Simon, Barney and Jane mirror the two boys/ one girl pattern of their own triumvirate. They’ll be all over that one.
I’ve only ever met one other adult – Hannah, her name was – who’d read these books. She wondered whether, despite Susan Cooper being British, their popularity had been greater in the Antipodes; she herself had encountered the series in New Zealand.
My own box set, given to me as a child, is in storage at my mum’s place in Australia. I can’t wait until the end of the year to unearth and read them, I don’t think. Amazon, expect an order soon.