I had really high hopes for this book when I read its blurb and its praise. How disappointing it turned out to be.
For a start, the description is so meagre that the book's practically a skeleton. Sure, we get told that Kirrick, the main character of the book, flies over trees and hills, but where is the quality of description that most other books have?
The author tells us so many times about Kirrick's "long and arduous journey" that you begin to wonder if he suffers from amnesia, and that he hasn't realised that he's already told us about Kirrick's arduours in all the other pages before.
The book also has some other annoying things, such as the use of the phrase "they had all the aces in the cardpack": would a magpie use that phrase, seeing as this is a supposedly mature novel in which humans do not interact with the characters? The author rushes headfirst into cliches too: after the book's beginning, Kirrick flies to a river and there meets a grebe (introduced as "a grebe called Anisse") who immediately tells him that the answers to his problems lie with a great, wise old owl who lives in the wood nearby, how convenient!
In fact, the only properly written parts were the descriptions of some magpie individuals, and how they become so merciless and savage through bloodthirsty murdering. Then that raises the question of how this book could therefore be classed as children's fiction.
A very poor novel. At least I only borrowed it from a library, rather than wasted money on it.