The name Ransom Riggs conjures to mind a grizzled man, undoubtedly in a fedora, who has dedicated his life to hunting down Nazis or, at a really artsy push, possibly Atlantis.
It doesn’t seem to lend itself to the cover of a book for Young Adults, adorned with a vintage photograph of a little girl and flourishes of flowery Victorian illustration.
But then that’s the nice thing about Riggs and his novel Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children: it isn’t quite what you’re expecting going in.