Little, Big is possibly the best modern fantasy novel ever. It is innovative and traditional, reflective and eventful, intimate and intricately formal. In many ways, it is no more “fantastic” than any other novel, since it involves the kind of magic that is real, as experienced by a family who are imaginary in a sort of ideal way. It is best appreciated by well-read grownups who are willing to take the time to savor its details, because the mind-blowing bigness of the story is packed into its littlest bits.
“Redheads are sacred to the Father of Cats,” Li’l Pater explained. “Most fairies won’t harm them.”
Charles de Lint, Seven Wild Sisters: A Modern Fairy Tale