From the Guardian:
When I wrote Skellig - set in the streets of Newcastle - my mind was filled with sounds: the creaking of a dilapidated garage, the scuttlings and scratchings inside, a baby's heartbeats, her breath, the songs of blackbirds, the cheeping of chicks, the hooting of owls, the dawn chorus, the voice of a girl quoting William Blake, the sound of the city beyond a small suburban garden. At the centre of it was Skellig himself: his surly almost-animal squeaks and growls becoming more coherent, turning into a confident human voice. And when the book was published and people began to ask questions about it - about the repetition of certain phrases, for instance, or its rhythms, or its composition as a series of scenes, or its use of Blake's poetry, I often found myself referring to music.
Even the description sounds awesome!
Posted by: theduckthief | 26 October 2008 at 07:56 PM
Whoa. That could be very interesting, although I remain skeptical... I love the book too much - although if David Almond is heavily involved it could be good. I'll have to check this out - makes me want to read the book again too. :)
Posted by: Sarah I. | 28 October 2008 at 11:22 AM