One of my local second hand bookshops had the first two Secret Country books. The third is not to be found in any of them. Since then I've been wandering around muttering "All may yet be very well" without having more than the faintest idea what it means. Though I'm actually quite glad I've been able to cherish my burning desire to find out what happens next for a while, I may give in and resort to internet ordering any day now. Not many books delight me like hers do. Some strike me as more polished wholes, but that isn't the same -- I quibble with this and that and wonder about a third thing, and that seems part of what they're made for. Conversations. (She's so good at writing conversation, too).