I picked this up from my bookshelf because its been in the to-read pile for far too long. Its interesting, less fantastical and more of a family relationships story than the cover implies. There are a few moments where you get a hint of “this is more than just chance”, but ten the plot moves swiftly on and we’re definitely back in twentieth-centenary England.
Despite the protagonist only being 15, this deals with very adult themes, albeit in a slightly clumsy manner. The toyshop named in the title is definitely a place of nightmares, but they are solid, real human nightmares.
Not something I’m likely to read again as its not really my prefered genre, but a good use of a train journey.