We meet Isaac Addy at his worst. He is in the depths of grief. In fact, he’s contemplating jumping off a bridge when he’s stopped by the sound of a blood curdling scream coming from the nearby woods. “All good kids’ stories start with a journey into the woods, but Isaac’s isn’t a story for children. He’s too old to be raised by wolves, too large to tumble down a rabbit hole, too jaded to be tempted into a gingerbread house. His happy ending has been and gone.” What (or should I say ‘who’) he discovers in the woods will lead him on a journey of healing.

Isaac and the Egg reveals the raw grief that comes from losing a soulmate. It made me cry, but it also made me laugh. It went in directions I wasn’t expecting. It’s honesty is dazzling. It is a truly magical book.