IN her Gospel of Loki, Harris brings her fascination with Norse mythology from her previous children’s literature foray to her longstanding adult audience – with wit, style, and obvious enjoyment.

Loki, Odin’s blood-brother, has long been misunderstood by the tales handed down, epoch after epoch. In fact, he’s had such a bad rap that it’s high time he set the record straight. All those times he betrayed a mate, or stirred up trouble in Asgard for fun, it turns out that – in Harris’s hands – he was just a cheeky chap with a penchant for practical jokes, who struggled with godly political niceties as he vacillated between his desire to fit in and his self-destructive streak.

Harris’s colloquial style renders Loki rather like your average teenager – rebellious, snarky, and deadpan, innit. His Gospel is a lot of fun and he’s sufficiently endearing that the inevitable god-sized mess he makes appears in the narrative with an ugly bang. It’s all entertaining, if emotionally light. For lovers of myth, legend, and Game of Thrones. Kitty Wheater