Seeing as Philip Reeve is my favourite author by far, it is doubly difficult to then give the following review, as there are problems with this book.
A Web of Air is the follow up / on to Fever Crumb. Fever is the young and rather prim engineer living in a post apocalyptic but recovering world, where whatever cities there are are somewhat fortified although there are many other towns and ports thriving once again. Away from these, many families and small somewhat peripatetic, even nomadic communities travel the earth on land barges or sail the sea on vessels we would recognise still today.
With Fever at the centre as usual, the story continues to let us in on sinister developments concerning Traction cities, and sinister machines, some with an organic base, all acting as a prelude to the very very superior original Mortal Engines quartet (and of course, the first Fever Crumb offering). But - this is a poor offering.
I suppose the plot taken in isolation is fine - young Fever choosing to take leave of her guardians of sorts and latent employers, while they take their land barge to other towns to offer up their thespianic efforts to a new audience, while Fever decides to stay and enquire of a hermitical and mildly feared young aero-inventor. But the story is brought to the reader in a way which suggests, and I find this hard to dwell on, that the author did not put his heart and soul into the manuscript. There is far too much narrative when looking at it from the old show not tell stakes, there is an overall lack of the usual sharpness and wit, and at times the characters suddenly go into a sort of Enid Blyton with comic menace routine; it would not have surprised me in the least if they had turned out to be Fedorad and moustachioed gold smugglers from the Argentine, with only a snot kid called Jeffery and four others and a dog barring their way to wealth and world domination.
Finally, Mr Reeve's classic 'All is not well that doesn't end well' signature, which usually leaves the reader ironically satisfied, on this occasion irks due to its uncharacteristic thinnness. Due to these problems, all I think A Web of Air merits is 2 stars rather than the full monty all others in the main and sub series all thoroughly deserve.
Come on Philly Babes, you are loads better than this; let's hope book 3 of Fever is a million times better.