“This is the mythosphere. It’s made up of all the stories, theories and beliefs, legends, myths and hopes, that are generated here on Earth. As you can see, it’s constantly growing and moving as people invent new tales to tell or find new things to believe. The older strands move out to become these spirals, where things tend to become quite crude and dangerous. They’ve hardened off, you see”
“Are they real, the same as atoms and planets?” Heyley asked.
“Quite as real – even realler in some ways,” Grandpa replied.
While Diana Wynne Jones’ The Game* was not my favourite book of hers that I have read to date, the concept of the mythosphere still fills me with so much joy. This idea, of a sort-of hidden world (or galaxy?) or stories, creating different strands each time someone invents a new tale, or builds upon an old one, is simply wonderful. Perhaps that was the very reason why the rest of the book felt a little underdeveloped, because I was simply impatient for more about the mythosphere. Come to think of it, the characters and story were really quite lovely, just.. the mythosphere definitely took the prize for most wonderful thing in the book.