Just spent a couple of hours reading this book, which I suspect is meant for young people, although it would be suited for only more mature young people. It is a sort of fairy tale/myth about shape-shifting and the creatures of the wood, set in Saxon Britain in the 7th c., from what I could glean. Apart from being a rollicking good tale, it explores the tension between Christianity and the old Anglo-Saxon gods, and is a bit of a meditation on what happens when we deny the wild parts of ourselves. I think Jung would have a field day. Not a book of any real depth, but at 166 pages, you don't expect depth. Thoroughly enjoyable couple of hours.