So I finished this pretty cool series on holiday. It’s called His Dark Materials, you might have heard of it.
I know, I know, I’m approximately a million years behind everyone else. You did read that correctly, I have only just read His Dark Materials for the first time.
I’m in those glorious first flushes of obsession while everyone else has had years to formulate their thoughts and reread the books and listen to the audiobooks to glean every gorgeous detail from Pullman’s trilogy. Naturally, I have thoughts, so don’t be surprised if you see a few more His Dark Materials-themed posts popping up here.
My first introduction to the series was many, many moons ago when I arrived at my local cinema, bright-eyed and excited, to watch a brand new film called The Golden Compass. I’d heard great things about the book so hoped the film would be just as good.
Spoiler alert: It wasn’t. It was a festering pile of terrible CGI and even worse storytelling.
Really? Younger Carly thought to herself. That’s what everyone’s been telling me to read? Not for me. Give me Harry Potter or give me death. And so on, and so on.
It was only when one of my friends (hey, Georgie, hey!) recently recoiled in horror when she learned I hadn’t read a single page of His Dark Materials that I downloaded the trilogy to my iPad and decided to finally give it a go.
I was hooked from page one and the rest is history.
I finished The Amber Spyglass shortly after our plane landed back in rainy England (after an exquisite fortnight in Malta…but more on that soon!) and felt that usual mash up of bereavement and elation that comes from finishing a bloody good book that you’ll never again get to devour for the first time.
Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m off to pore over fan art of mulefa anatomy and count down the days until the Book of Dust comes out…like the rest of you.