I was sad to learn that [a:Otfried Preußler|127314|Otfried Preußler|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1230114170p2/127314.jpg] died this year, so I felt like rereading [b:Krabat|472626|Krabat|Otfried Preußler|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1334151882s/472626.jpg|675181], which is one of my favourite books. It is a fine piece of story telling that turned a 17th century Sorbian tale into a dark, mystical adventure which is probably best read by torch light under a blanket.

The book's language and the way in which the story is told make it appear much older than it actually is, which adds to the book's mystical atmosphere. I particularly like about the story, that Preußler does not explain things to death when it comes to the mill and the story of it's inhabitants, but leaves a lot to the imagination of the reader.