I like Pullman. I do. But I was disappointed in this book. “Good” characters all seem to intrinsically like and dislike the same things. It‘s like the author putting his finger on the scale to insure readers think the right way. Also there is a start of a romantic relationship between Lyra, who is 20 and Malcolm, who is 31 and was her teacher. It‘s soo gross. Every time it came up my skin crawled.