Magrit lives in a tiny, abandoned graveyard, lost, forgotten and overgrown amongst the tall buildings and busy outside world that surround it. But she is not alone. She has her friend and advisor, Master Puppet that she built from old bones and bits of graveyard stuff. Magrit and Master Puppet are sitting atop their crumbling chapel one night, when a passing stork drops a baby into the cemetery. While Master Puppet begs her to dispose of the terrible thing, Magrit takes no heed, deciding to call him Bugrat and raise him herself. She adores Bugrat and does her best to keep him safe and happy, teaching him all she knows. But a new skeleton girl appears, echoing Master Puppet’s warnings about what will happen as Bugrat grows. As the truth about them all begins to unfold, Magrit has to face a surprising reality.
Quite a philosophical tale about accepting your own truth, Magrit is both haunting and inspiring. As the charming, dark and quirky story unfolds, the reader finds themselves pulled into Magrit’s world with wonder and a bit of mild horror. The characters are few, but their relationships are expansive, capturing an intriguing array of issues and circumstances. Reminiscent of Neil Gaiman and David Almond, it has a clear voice of its own; dealing with complex concepts withease and true craftsmanship. The text is dotted with elegant wood-block style images that complete the package, making this a thoroughly desirable book. Warm, wonderful, poignant; a marvellous read.