After reading Andrew Peterson's increasingly intense Wingfeather Saga, North! Or Be Eaten one might be able to construct a general list of the books you might find on his own shelf. The Middle Earth Trilogy, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the Prydain Chronicles to name a few. Peterson shares his own love of fantasy; imaginative creatures, perils, places; fierce battles between good and evil, both internal and external; and deep redemption, personal growth, and unconditional love; with all three aforementioned authors. North! or Be Eaten takes a much bleaker angle than Book 1. There are still moments of laughter: Tink's pickpocketing phenomenon, Tackleball, and false Toothy Cow warnings. But overall, the story must progress and the confrontation between the Igiby's and their own birthright, not to mention Gnag the Nameless, must near. In this, Book 2, we are dealt a heavy hand of betrayal, madness, kidnapping, and abuse. As in any novel with moments of these horrible truths, we are also given what we strive to see everyday, in the face of evil: grace, truth, love, hope. Through the reddening eyes of Peet the Sock Man's (Artham Wingfeather) madness, we are shown the lens of truth and forgiveness. Through the darkness and namelessness surrounding the kindly named Fork Factory, we are laden with hope and courage. Out of the pit of hopelessness a main character falls headlong into, we are shown Christ-like unconditional love.
While the book does pull on the greats (Peterson dipping his finger into the companionship shown by the group of friends in Alexander's Prydain Chronicles, or the adventurous trek into unknown lands filled with unknown beasts almost defining the Tolkien novels), it is a far more worthwhile attempt to see this Saga for what it is and will become. Peterson is a fine writer. Having several albums of brilliant music and story filled lyrics to his name, it seems only a short step to writing a novel. The writing is not needlessly difficult, nor is it baby-ish.
It is a good thing to be disappointed when a book is over. Bad books do not leave that flavor in your mouth. Andrew Peterson is off to a racing start in his novel writing career, and as I approach National Novel Writing Month (November), I can only hope to be able to put my own words down and tell a story as forceful and meaningful as he has.
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