I felt a little disappointed at the beginning of this story. After that, I realized that I just needed to work my way through it and see where it was going to take me. After that, I found myself enjoying the occasional play on words and tongue in cheek phrases that the author introduced. I even found myself looking up a word that I don't think I have ever come across before. The word was scarper. I thought it was a typo but it was not. By the end of the story, all of the seemingly scattered stories all came together in a lovely ending. This was my first introduction to the author and I am looking forward to reading his Carnegie Medal winner, Northern Lights which is also The Golden Compas.
I had to come back to add another comment as I find myself still giggling over it.
During the story, Lord Scarecrow looses his arms and legs, his spine and even his head and has them replaced by Jack, his servant, with found materials . At a cross roads, they come to a sign post. It is old and weathered and there is no longer any writing visible. One of the arms is broken off and Jack uses it to replace the right arm of the scarecrow, which had broken. Towards the end of the story, the Scarecrow is sick and a doctor is called. He proceeds to take the patient's pulse: "The doctor took his road sign in one hand, and a large silver watch in the other. Jack watched the Scarcrow, and the Scarecrow watched the doctor, and the doctor watched the watch.
After a minute the doctor solemnly declared, 'This patient has no signs of life at all.'"
No? Well, I guess you had to be there.