This one really crept up on me - by halfway through I was almost considering chucking it in. It felt like the drama didn't have enough import - Tom Bedlam was doing reasonably well in life, he'd overcome some troubles, and was experiencing more, but it wasn't the rollercoaster of extravagant highs and lows the back cover suggested. His troubles were at times pressing, but rarely desperate. And then I finally clicked into what was happening - Tom was genuinely growing up. Much of the time, characters in books, even ones we see from cradle to grave, essentially feel like the same person, maybe with a few life lessons learnt, but ultimately the same persona cast in stone, with only the body growing. Tom Bedlam's magic is in the book's ability to depict time passing. Tom genuinely grows up, the child becomes a man, and more crucially the son becomes a father. The book is essentially all about family dynamics, how those closest to us - the ones we don't choose - shape us, for better and worse. And the spell the book weaves is in using this subtler story, against the backdrop of boarding schools, vendettas and war, to create something that feels so authentic that when the final threads pull together, and the emotional coda on the final page is played, I don't mind admitting it genuinely moved me to tears. Delightful.