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Well, I'm getting a robot to read it to me.

This took me back to a childhood of exploring Cornish cliffs, beaches, woods, and moors. A reminder of the little tales in my head of what lived in that cave made all the darker by the sand coloured sunlight, atop that cove with the looming copse, inside the moss covered hollowed out tree, and under that dry stone bridge covering a pebble bedded tinkling brook.

Each of the stories in the Daisy Chain is a stepping stone to the next, slowly building a small world that has just enough fantastical details to give you a picture but leaves some room to let your mind wander and fill in the spaces between. I can say by the time I reached the end of the chain I was left wanting to explore the Isle of Man and hope beyond hope that the bakery found me.

While a small few of the other stories didn't hold quite as much charm, a testament to the engagement of the others, the vast majority contain much that is thought filling; The Inn at the World's End left me wanting a whole book on that realm alone.

Many of the tales in this book would snuggle comfortably as a short aside in a Terry Pratchett novel.

But probably the most important note, this book made me smile.