I have a special fondness for stories with sassy talking cats in them. Sadly, the cuteness that is Bulka, the talking cat in Peter Bergting's tale of Swedish Sorcery Domovoi.

Maybe it's the fact that I know nothing about Sweden, and occasionally even confuse it for Switzerland, and know nothing about the city of Stockholm where the story is set (though the city in the story does seem to be one in either an alternate history or set in a strange past where people have classic cars but no electricity), or even have any knowledge of Swedish myths and legends. So maybe the reason Domovoi left me scratching my head is that I really just didn't know enough going in to really "get" it. All I know is that I was left scratching my head after a buildup that took seemingly forever and a conclusion that was extremely abrupt and unsatisfying.

We declined to review this book. as it was not our sort of thing.