The Book Of Dust:  La Belle Sauvage (book Of Dust, Volume 1) by PHILIP PULLMANThe Book Of Dust:  La Belle Sauvage (book Of Dust, Volume 1) by PHILIP PULLMAN

The Book Of Dust: La Belle Sauvage (book Of Dust, Volume 1)

byPHILIP PULLMAN

Hardcover | October 19, 2017

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"Too few things in our world are worth a seventeen year wait: The Book of Dust is one of them." —The Washington Post


Philip Pullman returns to the parallel world of his groundbreaking novel The Golden Compass to expand on the story of Lyra, "one of fantasy's most indelible characters." (The New York Times Magazine)


Malcolm Polstead is the kind of boy who notices everything but is not much noticed himself. And so perhaps it was inevitable that he would become a spy....

Malcolm's parents run an inn called the Trout, on the banks of the river Thames, and all of Oxford passes through its doors. Malcolm and his daemon, Asta, routinely overhear news and gossip, and the occasional scandal, but during a winter of unceasing rain, Malcolm catches wind of something new: intrigue. 

He finds a secret message inquiring about a dangerous substance called Dust—and the spy it was intended for finds him

When she asks Malcolm to keep his eyes open, he sees suspicious characters everywhere: the explorer Lord Asriel, clearly on the run; enforcement agents from the Magisterium; a gyptian named Coram with warnings just for Malcolm; and a beautiful woman with an evil monkey for a daemon. All are asking about the same thing: a girl—just a baby—named Lyra.

Lyra is the kind of person who draws people in like magnets. And Malcolm will brave any danger, and make shocking sacrifices, to bring her safely through the storm.

"The book is full of wonder. . . . Truly thrilling." The New York Times

"People will love the first volume of Philip Pullman's new trilogy with the same helpless vehemence that stole over them when The Golden Compass came out." —Slate
PHILIP PULLMAN is one of the most acclaimed writers working today. He is best known for the His Dark Materials trilogy (The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife, and The Amber Spyglass), which has been named one of the top 100 novels of all time by Newsweek and one of the all-time greatest novels by Entertainment Weekly. He has also won ma...
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Title:The Book Of Dust: La Belle Sauvage (book Of Dust, Volume 1)Format:HardcoverDimensions:464 pages, 9.31 × 6.69 × 1.38 inPublished:October 19, 2017Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0375815309

ISBN - 13:9780375815300

Reviews

Rated 3 out of 5 by from The ending left me unsatisfied I was expecting a lot more of the ending. It left me with a lot of unanswered questions. I felt like a lot of characters were introduced earlier on, only to be forgotten about at the end and never seen again.
Date published: 2018-03-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing The Golden Compass is my absolute favourite book, and as a fan it was wonderful to return to this world. Amazing book, be prepared to get lost in it.
Date published: 2018-03-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Adore it I absolutely LOVED the golden compass books (BTW, I'm 32!) and this book was no exception. While it was different than the golden compass books (I won't reveal anymore spoilers), it stood on its own and I simply can not wait to read the next one. One of the greatest authors of our time.
Date published: 2018-03-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from this was an excellent read you could visualize every detail of what he wrote. the anticipation of each page had you on edge. I had a difficult time putting this book down. I had dreams about it and the wonderful way in which he wrote this story. Had me mesmerized. Cannot wait for the next book
Date published: 2018-02-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I enjoyed this I really enjoyed this story and stepping back into the world of the golden compass that I enjoyed so much. I can tell this was just the first book in a series, so I can't wait to see how the story unfolds
Date published: 2018-02-23
Rated 3 out of 5 by from I was not crazy about it. You know something is not good when they advertise it as volume 1
Date published: 2018-01-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from this was ok this book was ok, i read the first 4 pages and then put it down #plumreview
Date published: 2018-01-24
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Not a Strong Follow-Up I really did not care for this book. I do not like the implications it has on the original trilogy and I'm sure there are better-planned fan fictions online. I thought the protagonist was bland and (without spoiling), one character in particular was a direct copy-paste of another character in His Dark Materials. I agree with Sarah, who commented previously that the pacing wasn't great, especially for the first half of the book. In fact, the first 100 pages had some very awkward sentences, which makes me wonder if Pullman didn't add some things in that weren't thoroughly edited. I listened to an interview with Pullman on Q, where he said that originally, The Book of Dust wasn't supposed to be another trilogy. This book may be a product of teasing out ideas that were more concise in an earlier draft. I do intend to read the other books as they come out, hoping the will be stronger narratives.
Date published: 2018-01-23
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Big Fan of His Dark Materials... Not so much this book I'm a HUGE His Dark Materials fan, and was really excited for the new books, but am kind of disappointed with this one. I found it very repetitive and--without spoiling anything--very odd. Lots of elements and events happened within this book that I think took away from the universe that Pullman set up in the original trilogy.
Date published: 2018-01-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A different story Was expecting s story similar to that of HDM and while this story takes place in the same universe, it does feel 100% different. While the plot is engaging and thrilling, the smarts of the original stories are largely absent in favor of a more straight forward story. So all that religious talk that had so many people upset with Golden Compass isn't there, for better or worse. So while it's still a great read, it didn't challenge me in the same way. Definitely still want to read book 2 though! #staffreview
Date published: 2018-01-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Interesting Start to the Companion Trilogy Pacing wasn't great, but nostalgia and excitement about being back in Lyra's world overcame that sin. Can't wait for book 2!
Date published: 2018-01-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from strong prequel better follow up than I could have hoped. lovely protagonist and high intrigue. worth the late fee at the library to finish.
Date published: 2018-01-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Pre-quel Having read and loved the Dark Materials trilogy I was wary about a pre-quel/sequel series. This first volume did not disappoint. The alternate Oxford comes fully to life through the experience of Malcolm and his encounters with the nuns, Lord Asriel, Mrs. Coulter and of course, the infant Lyra. With allusions to our present struggles with capitalism and climate change, Pullman takes us on a thrilling adventure; building slowly and finishing with both a bang and a question mark. Even though we may know what awaits Lyra, there are still many questions left unanswered. Let's hope the second and third books don't take so long.
Date published: 2018-01-09
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I was a little disappointed with the ending
Date published: 2017-12-31
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I was a little disappointed with the ending
Date published: 2017-12-31
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok the whole story is ok but the ending is bit disappointing
Date published: 2017-12-29
Rated 4 out of 5 by from okay not as good as his works before
Date published: 2017-12-28
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Beautiful but boring... This book just made me want to re-read the dark materials series again. While the writing was beautiful it was also drawn out. The story moved like sludge, and honestly it just felt like a set up for the series, which i can understand, but at least engage the reader enough so they'll want to continue...
Date published: 2017-12-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great It was a really great novel. This is the same person who wrote His Dark Materials -I read this some time ago when I was a little kid. Lots of imagination and page-turning required. Very comprehensive and immersive reading. The characters are complex and I liked it.
Date published: 2017-12-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I really enjoyed reading this book
Date published: 2017-12-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I loved everything about this book!
Date published: 2017-12-18
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok An imaginative page-turner
Date published: 2017-12-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from 3.5 stars I loved Malcolm. I love this universe. I love the writing. But, the pacing was off. The first half of the book is rather slow, and the second is a whirlwind. All in all, will continue to read the series and i’m excited for what comes next!
Date published: 2017-12-12
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok This book was really good and full of action in the second half
Date published: 2017-12-11
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok Amazing author with great character development.
Date published: 2017-12-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Fantastic Journey and A Character to Love I remember the first time I picked up Philip Pullman’s The Golden Compass. I was nine and staring at the shelves in my school library trying to figure out which ONE book I wanted to check out (it was a rule – only one book) when I stumbled upon the His Dark Materials trilogy. I don’t remember much else but I DO remember rushing back to the library the very next day for the second book in the trilogy because I had fallen in love. So, when I got an email from one of my FAVOURITE humans in the publishing industry, asking me to sign an NDA to get a coveted ARC of one of my most anticipated reads of the year, I jumped around with joy. I’ve taken almost a week to finish to finish La Belle Sauvage and I loved every second of reading it. Let me give you my thoughts: MY THOUGHTS: 1. I fell in love with Malcom, the main character in this book, by the time I had finished the second chapter. He was this PURE SOUL with an INQUISITIVE MIND and a HEART OF GOLD and I loved his story SO MUCH. 2. I also LOVED Malcom with Lyra. In La Belle Sauvage, Lyra is a mere infant, only a few months old and it shows you the story of Malcom’s connection with her and all about how Lyra ended up at Jordan College, which is where Golden Compass opens ten years later. 3. I should warn you that the pace of this book is slow. If you’ve read Philip Pullman’s previous works, you already know what I’m talking about, but just in case you haven’t, it’s always better to be prepared. 4. I loved how this book contained SO MANY CHARACTERS we’d seen in the His Dark Materials trilogy. I probably didn’t remember some of them (blame the memory of nine year old me) but the ones I did, I had FANGIRL moments over. It was AMAZING to see everyone before Lyra’s story and see the pieces of Lyra’s circumstances come to be. 5. I didn’t remember much about the workings of the Althieometer from when I read The Golden Compass, but the way it was explained in La Belle Sauvage was stunning. I felt like I was there, in the midst of the scholars that were talking about it and absorbed everything as best as I could. La Belle Sauvage brought back memories from ten years ago in a way that almost no book can. Reading it was a JOURNEY that I wouldn’t trade for anything. A beautiful new instalment into Philip Pullman’s breath-taking world that I HIGHLY recommend diving into.
Date published: 2017-11-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Worth the wait I've been waiting for years for this to come out since beginning His Dark Materials about 10 years ago. This book is equally good and is written in the same Pullman style. Excellent prequel that I feel maintains the integrity of the original triology.
Date published: 2017-11-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I found the writing a bit boastful and dull at the same time.
Date published: 2017-11-03
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok Very well written but cvould have been ore descriptive of each of the instances that were felt.
Date published: 2017-10-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A great prequel! Ahhh.. baby Lyra and Pan!! <3 I loved this book and can't wait for the next one. You learn how Lyra ends up at Jordan and it's just too good. I actually really liked Lord Asriel at the end of this because he obviously loves Lyra and he just wants to do what's best for her, even from when she's an infant. I believe the next two books take place after His Dark Materials, so it will be interesting to see what happens next. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-10-26
Rated 2 out of 5 by from More Boring Than Expected I had high hopes but this fell flat. The plot went no where!
Date published: 2017-10-26
Rated 2 out of 5 by from no It's not especially well-written and basically serves as millennial bait.
Date published: 2017-10-26
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok Great book, the introduction of some characters and the setting was fantastic and I enjoy the way it's been written out in the book
Date published: 2017-10-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok was hyped for this book, and was somewhat pleased, but not entirely. Good for a quick read, but will not match your highest expectations.
Date published: 2017-10-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from good absolutely brilliant! love it!!!
Date published: 2017-10-17

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Eleven-year-old Malcolm lives with his parents at the Trout Inn near Oxford, across the river Thames from Godstow Priory, where the nuns are looking after a special guest. One night his father comes to Malcolm’s bedroom. “Malcolm, you en’t in bed yet—good. Come downstairs for a minute. There’s a gentleman wants a word with you.” “Who is it?” said Malcolm eagerly, jumping up and following his father out. “Keep your voice down. He’ll tell you who he is if he wants to.” “Where is he?” “In the Terrace Room. Take him a glass of Tokay.” “What’s that?” “Hungarian wine. Come on, hurry up. Mind your manners and tell the truth.” “I always do,” said Malcolm automatically. “News to me,” said his father. But he ruffled Malcolm’s hair before they entered the bar. The gentleman waiting gave him a start, though all he was doing was sitting still by the cold fireplace. Perhaps it was his dæmon, a beautiful silvery spotted leopard, or perhaps it was his dark, saturnine expression; in any event, Malcolm felt daunted, and very young and small. His dæmon, Asta, became a moth. “Good evening, sir,” he said. “Your Tokay what you ordered. Would you like me to make up the fire? It’s ever so cold in here.” “Is your name Malcolm?” The man’s voice was harsh and deep. “Yes, sir. Malcolm Polstead.” “I’m a friend of Dr. Relf,” said the man. “My name is Asriel.” “Oh. Er—she hasn’t told me about you,” Malcolm said. “Why did you say that?” “Because if she had, I’d know it was true.” Asriel gave a short laugh. “I understand,” he said. “You want another reference? I’m the father of that baby in the priory.” “Oh! You’re Lord Asriel!” “That’s right. But how are you going to test the truth of that claim?” “What’s the baby’s name?” “Lyra.” “And what’s her dæmon called?” “Pantalaimon.” “All right,” said Malcolm. “All right now? You sure?” “No, I en’t sure. But I’m more sure than I was.” “Good. Can you tell me what happened earlier this evening?” Malcolm went through it as fully as he could remember. “These men came from the Office of Child Protection, and they wanted to take her away. Take Lyra. But Sister Benedicta wouldn’t let ’em.” “What did they look like?” Malcolm described their uniforms. “The one who took his cap off, he seemed like he was in charge. He was more polite than the others, more sort of smooth and smiling. But it was a real smile, not a fake one. I think I’d even’ve liked him if he’d come in here as a customer—that sort of thing. The other two were just dull and threatening. Most people would’ve been dead scared, but Sister Benedicta wasn’t. She faced ’em off all by herself.” The man sipped his Tokay. His dæmon lay with her head up and her front paws stretched out ahead of her, like the picture of the Sphinx in Malcolm’s encyclopedia. The black-and-silver patterns on her back seemed to flicker and shimmer for a moment, and then Lord Asriel spoke suddenly. “Do you know why I haven’t been to see my daughter?” “I thought you were busy. You probably had important things to do.” “I haven’t been to see her because if I do, she’ll be taken away from there and put in a much less congenial place. There’ll be no Sister Benedicta to stand up for her there. But now they’re trying to take her anyway. . . .” “Excuse me, sir, but I told Dr. Relf about all this. Didn’t she tell you?” “Still not quite sure about me?” “Well . . . no,” said Malcolm. “Don’t blame you. You going to go on visiting Dr. Relf?” “Yes. Because she lends me books as well as listening to what’s happened.” “Does she? Good for her. But tell me, the baby—is she being well looked after?” “Oh, yes. Sister Fenella, she loves her a lot. We all— They all do. She’s very happy—Lyra, I mean. She talks to her dæmon all the time, just jabber jabber jabber, and he jabbers back. Sister Fenella says they’re teaching each other to talk.” “Does she eat properly? Does she laugh? Is she active and curious?” “Oh, yeah. The nuns are really good to her.” “But now they’re being threatened. . . .” Asriel got up and went to the window to look at the few lights from the priory across the river. “Seems like it, sir. I mean, Your Lordship.” “‘Sir’ will do. You know them well, these nuns?” “I’ve known ’em all my life, sir.” “And they’d listen to you?” “I suppose they would, yes.” “Could you tell them I’m here and I’d like to see my daughter?” “When?” “Right now. I’m being pursued. The High Court has ordered me not to go within fifty miles of her, and if I’m found here, they’ll take her away and put her somewhere else where they aren’t so careful.” Malcolm was torn between saying, “Well, you ought not to risk it, then,” and simple admiration and understanding: of course the man would want to see his daughter, and it was wicked to try to prevent him. “Well . . .” Malcolm thought, then said, “I don’t think you could see her right now, sir. They go to bed ever so early. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were all fast asleep. In the morning they get up ever so early too. Maybe—” “I haven’t got that long. Which room have they made into a nursery?” “Round the other side, sir, facing the orchard.” “Which floor?” “All their bedrooms are on the ground floor, and hers is too.” “And you know which one?” “Yes, I do, but—” “You could show me, then. Come on.” There was no refusing this man. Malcolm led him out of the Terrace Room and along the corridor, and out onto the terrace before his father could see them. He closed the door very quietly behind them and found the garden brilliantly lit by the clearest full moon there’d been for months. It felt as if they were being lit by a floodlight. “Did you say there was someone pursuing you?” said Malcolm quietly. “Yes. There’s someone watching the bridge. Is there any other way across the river?” “There’s my canoe. It’s down this way, sir. Let’s get off the terrace before anyone sees us.” Lord Asriel went beside him across the grass and into the lean-to where the canoe was kept. “Ah, it’s a proper canoe,” said Lord Asriel, as if he’d been expecting a toy. Malcolm felt a little affronted on behalf of La Belle Sauvage and said nothing as he turned her over and let her slip quietly down the grass and onto the water. “First thing,” he said, “is we’ll go downstream a short way, so’s no one can see us from the bridge. There’s a way into the priory garden on that side. You get in first, sir.” Asriel did so, much more capably than Malcolm had anticipated and his leopard daemon followed, with no more weight than a shadow. The canoe hardly moved at all, and Asriel sat down lightly and kept still as Malcolm got in after him. “You been in a canoe before,” Malcolm whispered. “Yes. This is a good one.” “Quiet, now . . .” Malcolm pushed off and began to paddle, staying close to the bank under the trees and making no noise at all. If there was one thing he was good at, this was it. Once they were out of sight of the bridge, he turned the boat to starboard and made for the other shore. “I’m going to come up alongside a willow stump,” he said very quietly. “The grass is thick there. We’ll tie her up and go back across the field, behind the hedge.” Lord Asriel was just as good at getting out as he’d been at getting in. Malcolm couldn’t imagine a better passenger. He tied the boat to a stout willow branch growing from the stump, and a few seconds later they were moving along the edge of the meadow, under the shade of the hedge. Malcolm found the gap he knew about and forced his way through the brambles. It must have been harder for the man, being bigger, but he didn’t say a word. They were in the priory orchard; the lines of plum trees and apple trees, of pear trees and damson trees, stood bare and neat and fast asleep under the moon. Malcolm led the way around the back of the priory and came to the side where the window of Lyra’s nursery would be, if it hadn’t been hidden by the new shutters. They did look remarkably solid. He counted once more to make sure it was the right one, and then tapped quietly on the shutter with a stone. Lord Asriel was standing close by. The moon was shining full on this side of the building, so they would both be clearly visible from some way off. Malcolm whispered, “I don’t want to wake any of the other nuns, and I don’t want to startle Sister Fenella because of her heart. We got to be careful.” “I’m in your hands,” said Lord Asriel. Malcolm tapped again a little harder. “Sister Fenella,” he whispered. No response. He tapped a third time. “Sister Fenella, it’s me, Malcolm,” he whispered. What he was really worried about was Sister Benedicta, of course. He dreaded to think what would happen if he woke her, so he kept as quiet as he could while still trying to wake Sister Fenella, which was not easy. Asriel stood still, watching and saying nothing. Finally Malcolm heard a stirring inside the room. Lyra gave a little mew, and then it sounded as if Sister Fenella moved a chair or a small table. Her soft old voice murmured something, like a word or two of comfort to the baby. He tried again, just a little louder. “Sister Fenella . . .” A little exclamation of shock. “It’s me, Malcolm,” he said. A soft noise, like the movement of bare feet on the floor, and then the clock of the window catch. “Sister Fenella—” “Malcolm? What are you doing?” Like him, she was whispering. Her voice was frightened and thick with sleep. She hadn’t opened the shutter. “Sister, I’m sorry, I really am,” he said quickly. “But Lyra’s father’s here, and he’s being pursued by—by his enemies, and he really needs to see Lyra before—before he goes on somewhere else. To—to say goodbye,” he added. “Oh, that’s nonsense, Malcolm! You know we can’t let him—” “Sister, please! He’s really in earnest,” Malcolm said, finding that phrase from somewhere. “It’s impossible. You must go away now, Malcolm. This is a bad thing to ask. Go away before she wakes up. I daren’t think what Sister Benedicta—” Malcolm didn’t dare think it either. But then he felt Lord Asriel’s hand on his shoulder, and the man said, “Let me speak to Sister Fenella. You go and keep watch, Malcolm.” Malcolm moved away to the corner of the building. From there he could see the bridge and most of the garden, and watched as Lord Asriel leaned towards the shutter and spoke quietly. It was a whisper; Malcolm could hear nothing at all. How long Asriel and Sister Fenella spoke he couldn’t have guessed, but it was a long time, and he was shivering hard when he saw, to his amazement, the heavy shutter move slowly. Lord Asriel stood back to let it open, and then stepped in again, showing his open, weapon-less hands, turning his head a little to let the moonlight fall clearly on his face. He whispered again. Then there was a minute—two minutes, perhaps—in which nothing happened; and then Sister Fenella’s thin arms held out the little bundle, and Asriel took it with infinite delicacy. His leopard dæmon stood up to put her forepaws on his waist, and Asriel held the baby down so she could whisper to Lyra’s dæmon. How had he persuaded Sister Fenella? Malcolm could only wonder. He watched the man lift the baby again and walk along the grass between one bare flower bed and the next, holding the bundle high so he could whisper to her, rocking her gently, strolling along slowly in the brilliant moonlight. At one point he seemed to be showing the moon to Lyra, pointing up at it and holding her so she could see, or perhaps he was showing Lyra to the moon; at any rate he looked like a lord in his own domain, with nothing to fear and all the silvery night to enjoy. Up and down he strolled with his child. Malcolm thought of Sister Fenella waiting in fear—in case Lord Asriel didn’t bring her back, in case his enemies attacked, in case Sister Benedicta suspected something was up. But there was no sound from the priory, no sound from the road, no sound from the man and his baby daughter in the moonlight. At one point the leopard dæmon seemed to hear something. Her tail lashed once, her ears pricked, her head turned to face the bridge. Malcolm and Asta turned immediately, ears and eyes tightly focused on the bridge, every separate stone of which was clearly outlined in black and silver; but nothing moved, and there was no sound but the call of a hunting owl half a mile away. Presently the leopard dæmon’s statue-like stillness melted, and she moved away once more, lithe and silent. Malcolm realized that that was true of the man as well—during their journey over the river and through the meadow, into the orchard and up to the priory wall, he had not heard the slightest sound of footsteps. Asriel might as well have been a ghost, for all the sound he made. He was turning now at the end of the walk and making for Sister Fenella’s window again. Malcolm watched the bridge, the garden, what he could see of the road, and saw nothing wrong; and when he turned, Asriel was handing the little bundle up through the window, whispering a word or two, and silently swinging the shutter closed. Then he beckoned, and Malcolm joined him. It was very difficult to make no noise at all, even on grass, and Malcolm watched to see how the man set his feet down: there was something leopardlike about it—something to practice himself, anyway. Back through the orchard, back to the hedge, through the brambles, into the meadow, across to the willow stump— Then a stronger, yellower light than the moon stabbed the sky. Someone on the bridge had a searchlight, and Malcolm heard the sound of a gas engine. “There they are,” said Asriel quietly. “Leave me here, Malcolm.” “No! I got a better idea. Take my canoe and go down the river. Just get me back across to the other side first.” The idea occurred to Malcolm in the same moment he said it. “You sure?” “You can go downstream a long way. They’ll never think of that. Come on!” He stepped in and untied the painter, holding the boat tight to the bank while Asriel got in too; then Malcolm paddled swiftly and as quietly as he could across to the inn garden, though the current wanted to whirl him out into the open water, where they’d be visible from the bridge. Asriel caught hold of the fixed line on the little jetty while Malcolm got out; then he let Malcolm hold the boat while he got in the right way round, took the paddle, and held out his hand to shake. “I’ll get her back to you,” he said, and then he was gone, speeding with long, powerful strokes down the river on the swollen current, the leopard daemon like a great figurehead at the prow. La Belle Sauvage had never gone so fast, Malcolm thought.

Editorial Reviews

"Reading this novel is like standing in a room in which suddenly all of the windows have blown open at once." —Slate "It's a stunning achievement, the universe Pullman has created and continues to build on." —The New York Times"A phantasmagoric waterborne odyssey. Mr. Pullman is a supple and formidable writer." —The Wall Street Journal "Enthralling, enchanting. The first half reads like a thriller. The story becomes darker, deeper and even more engrossing when a cataclysmic flood overtakes Southern England. Too few things in our world are worth a seventeen year wait: The Book of Dust is one of them." — The Washington Post"Pullman's writing is as deftly brilliant as ever. A triumphant return to the alternate Oxford we love."—Bustle"The Book of Dust passes by in one tumultuous wave of literature, that leaves you queasy, but wanting the next volume as quickly as possible. It deserves not only a reread, but an unpacking. It is not a one and done novel, something that, in a time where binging and passing is the status quo. This is a novel to digest. One to take in, let settle, and then revisit. We are lucky to have Pullman's words. Words that will continue to nourish the souls and imaginations of readers for a long, long time." —Hypable"Once again, Pullman’s fantasy arrives precisely when it can teach us the most about ourselves, as if it were guided by Dust itself." —Entertainment Weekly"High-octane adventure accompanies ingenious plotting." The Times (London)"Lyra Silvertongue, Lyra Belacqua, but really just Lyra: one of those characters—Pip, Emma, Lolita—who is on first-name terms with her public."—The New York Times Magazine"Pullman's imagery is as dazzling as ever. La Belle Sauvage reveals the incredible ways in which 'ordinary' children can react whenplaced in extraordinary circumstances: with kindness, bravery and cunning." —The Bookseller"A rollicking adventure. Delightful." —Mother Jones"A stunning, otherworldly journey. La Belle Sauvage dives deeply into magic and intrigue. What a gift it is to be allowed back into this universe." —BuzzFeed"Full of acute observation. A rich, imaginative, vividly characterized rite-of-passage tale." —London Sunday Times"Thrilling and thought-provoking." —Times Literary Supplement "A singularly beguiling work of fantasy. [Pullman is] perhaps the best fantasy writer alive." —The A.V. Club"A profoundly compelling foundation for a new trilogy." —Vox"This tense, adventure-packed book will satisfy and delight Pullman's fans and leave them eager to see what's yet to come" —Publishers Weekly, starred review"Pullman is an easeful storyteller and an intricate and inventive world-builder, and everything he has to write is worth reading." —The Telegraph"Magisterial storytelling will sweep readers along; the cast is as vividly drawn as ever; and big themes running beneath the surface invite profound responses and reflection." —Kirkus Reviews, starred review"Luminous prose, heady philosophical questions, and a lovable protagonist combine with a gripping plot sure to enchant fans and newcomers alike." —SLJ, starred review"Pullman demonstrates that his talent for world building hasn’t diminished, nor has his ability to draw young characters—here, Malcolm, who is layered enough to carry an adventure through multiple dimensions." —Booklist, starred review"Pullman's immense powers of kinesthetic visualization keep the story pulsing on an epic scale."—The Guardian"An immersive, creepy, edge-of-your seat adventure." —Shelf Awareness"To connect once more with a fictional universe of such great power is a delight." —Financial Times