http://www.amazon.com/Where-Trains-Turn-Tor-Com-Original-ebook/dp/B00N6LRIY6

Emma Nightingale is a relentlessly practical, logical single mother raising a highly imaginative son. Emma does not read fiction or poetry or go to the movies; Rupert loves his Donald Duck comics, draws fantasy creatures, and tells wildly imaginative stories. Emma feels this is dangerous, but there's a limit to what she can do about it.

She also doesn't understand his enthusiasm for trains, but it's something he shares with his father, so she tolerates that for the sake of the father/son relationship.

But one day Rupert and his father Gunnar come home from their expedition very upset. Rupert says that a train tried to kill them, and says confusing things about trains that don't keep the timetables and can leave the tracks.

Later that day, on his way home, Gunnar is killed when a train track guard arm is up when it should be down, and Gunnar's car is on the tracks when the train comes.

Emma spends the next few years trying to eliminate all of the dangerous, upsetting imagination and fantasy from her son's life, for his own safety. For a long time, it seems she has succeeded. Then trains come back into their lives, in a shocking way, and Emma and Rupert are on their way to an even more startling resolution of a conflict with an enemy Emma can barely imagine.

The writing here is extremely effective, and Jääskeläinen draws us in to a character who initially seems very unsympathetic to anyone who would be reading fiction, never mind fantasy. Emma proves to be more complex and interesting than initially apparent, and what Jääskeläinen is doing with time and reality is thoroughly fascinating and satisfying.

Highly recommended. ( )

A rational middle-aged Finnish woman thinks about her late son and his obsession with trains. This has a wonderfully unique character voice. Here's an example (the narrator's son was out all night, while the narrator sat up worrying after him):

"I wasn’t able to utter anything for a while, so as not to start crying or screaming uncontrollably; I wasn’t able to even move, because I felt a compelling desire to seize the child and thoroughly shake him for scaring me like that.

Finally I said surprisingly calmly: “I’ll make you a cup of cocoa. You’ll drink it without a murmur and then go back to sleep. The camera stays here. We won’t talk any more about this, but if you do something like this once more, I won’t even ask you anything, I’ll make a stew of you while you sleep and sell you to that drunkard Traphollow for mink food. And with the money I get I’ll bribe Mr. Starling to close his eyes about your disappearance. And if anybody asks about you, I won’t admit you ever existed. Do we understand each other?”

Rupert stared at the camera with nostrils wide open. He pointed at it and whispered: “But there’s evidence in there!”

“Do we understand each other?” I insisted. My voice could have peeled an apple.

He struggled long with himself before he gave up and nodded."

But also, the magic in here is exceedingly slippery in a way I really appreciate. ( )