________________ CM . . . . Volume XXI Number 2. . . .September 12, 2014



Karen Krossing.
Markham, ON: Fitzhenry & Whiteside, 2014.
229 pp., trade pbk., ePub & ePDF, $11.95 (pbk.).
ISBN 978-1-55455-315-0 (pbk.), ISBN 978-1-55455-871-1 (ePub), ISBN 978-1-55455-870-4 (ePDF).

Subject Headings:
Trolls-Juvenile fiction.
Girls-Juvenile fiction.
Quests (Expeditions)-Juvenile fiction.

Grades 4-7 / Ages 9-12.

Review by Jocelyn M Reekie.

***½ /4



Jeddal scowled. “Who knows?” He led Bog toward a colossal rock formation—Ymir’s bones rising out of the earth. In a darkened hollow on its eastern side, Jeddal stopped, lowering his rucksack. “Humans aren’t very smart, so much of what they do doesn’t make sense.” He pulled out a jug of broth, uncorked it, and hoisted it to his lips.

Even in the shadows, Jeddal’s grey pelt was magnificent, his prodigious nose impressive. Bog glanced down at his own leathery hide that showed through his patchy grey fur. With a blunt nose and no fur on his face, hands, and feet, he wasn’t much of a troll, although he tried to be a good son.

Jeddal passed the jug to Bog. “I used to believe trolls and humans could live in peace, even after a human killed my father. But no more.

Jeddal had never talked about peace before.

“What happened?”

“I trusted a human. One foolish time.” Jeddal’s eyes became unfocused, as if he were recalling some distant memory from the black undergrowth of his mind.

“Which human?” Bog prodded for more.

Jeddal waved his question away. “Once they get your scent, humans will hound you.”

“Because they only cause trouble?” Bog took a swig and then recorked the jug. The broth was cold, a tasty leftover from the night’s breakfast with Kasha and the youngsters.

“That’s right,” Jeddal muttered. “They’ll kill for revenge. Or even for sport. I once saw some humans kill a moose and then take the head for a trophy.”

Bog licked his lips. “What did they do with all that meat?”

“They left it.” Jeddal took the jug from him.

“But why—“

“Enough questions.” Jeddal shoved the jug into his rucksack. “We’ve hunting to do. The youngsters can’t feed themselves.”

A twig snapped in the distance, beyond the rock formation. The human scent invaded once again, drifting from the abandoned deer track he and Jeddal had just trekked.


Later, Bog will watch in horror as the human hunters trick his father, making him expose himself to the sun, and Jeddal is turned to stone. Long, long ago, In the shimmering vapour where frost met spark, the first life formed. Its name was Ymir, the frost giant and father of all. From Ymir’s feet sprang fully-formed trolls. Other life also formed. Among the life forms, there were gods, the greatest of which was Odin, the Terrible One. The gods were so much weaker than trolls that they became jealous of them and created the sun to turn the trolls to stone. The sun’s power to turn trolls to stone is Odin’s curse.

     Filled with grief with the loss of his father, and hatred for humans, Bog sets off to find the killers and avenge Jeddal’s death. Along the way, he comes face to face with many unsavoury characters and truths. Some of the truths shock and distress him, but one good thing he learns is a legend that gives him hope. A small part of Ymir’s nose stone is said to be buried near the Sleeping Giant who lies on his back, submerged at Superior Lake. The nose stone is said to have magical powers that can bring stone trolls back to life—as long as no part of them has been broken off or damaged in any way.

     Thus, author Karen Krossing uses Ojibway lore (the Sleeping Giant) and Norse mythology (Odin and the Greek gods) to set up a hero’s journey that turns a thirst for revenge into a quest for life as Bog fights to find the nose stone and bring his father back to life.

     But the odds are stacked heavily against the young troll. First, he isn’t very skilled at hunting and doing other troll things, and he’s alone and on foot with a vast distance to cover. Soon, he meets a huge forest troll named Small who might be some help, but Small has one of the hated species in tow. She is actually a small human named Hannie, who, as well as being very annoying, really stinks. Small’s mission with Hannie will take Bog out of his way and expose him to many more humans than he ever cares to meet, but the harder he tries to get rid of Hannie, the harder she sticks. And the more he learns about her, the harder it gets for him.

      Next, there is only one clue to how to gain access to where the nose stone is buried, and so far, no one’s been able to crack it.

      Last, and worst, is the Troll Hunter who not only hunts down and kills as many trolls as she can—making sure to break off some part of them so they cannot be revived—she teaches other humans to do the same. For a human, she knows a lot more about trolls than she should, and she’s smarter than any other human known to trolls. Bog discovers a terrible secret about her and that she is hot on the trail of the nose stone, too. That’s when finding the stone becomes a most dangerous game of outrun and outwit for Bog and his mates, but Bog must endure and persist. Because now, not only his father’s life, but the survival of trolls, is at stake.

     Bog is a well-written and intriguing allegory that delves into many of the tougher questions of life. Krossing uses magic, mystery, and humour to draw readers in, and she employs an engaging protagonist and cast of characters to take her readers on a journey of discovery. There are things Bog learns about himself that he’d rather not know, things he has to know, and things that, in the end, he wants to know. In that learning, he also learns many things about life. The discoveries are natural consequences of the journey he takes.

     The main characters are all well-drawn, and the secondary characters play their parts well. Images and descriptions are evocative, and, at times, beautiful. Beyond the last wrinkle of forest lay a vast body of water with no shore on the far side. Endless waves peaked in white crests, heaved, and then crashed back and forth.

     There are times when the use of directions might confuse readers trying to picture the scene when Bog arrives in cities and at Superior Lake, and including a visual map of the journey might not have been amiss. However, readers who do find the directions confusing will likely simply skip over them. Story trumps setting, and character trumps all. I like Bog and would like to see more of him.

Highly Recommended.

Jocelyn M. Reekie is a writer, editor and publisher in Campbell River, BC.

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