Had a review in the Guardian yesterday of Frances Hardinge's very charming Gullstruck Island for young readers, though since the gist of the review is defending it against potential accusations (levelled at a number of children's books) that it might be too long, I feel compelled to say that when the Guardian edited the review for space, they took out a self-deprecating sentence where I fully acknowledged that my own books "are hardly Penelope Fitzgerald miniatures".

Doesn't mean they're not good, though, eh?  He said hopefully.