Excerpt from Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

"But I want to talk to you, Lettie!" one of the farmers' sons yelled.

"Talk to Carrie," Lettie said. "I want to talk to my sister." Nobody really seemed to mind. They jostled Sophie along to the end of the counter, where Lettie held up a flap and beckoned, and told her not to keep Lettie all day. When Sophie had edged through the flap, Lettie seized her wrist and dragged her into the back of the shop, to a room surrounded by rack upon wooden rack, each one filled with rows of cakes. Lettie pulled forward two stools. "Sit down," she said. She looked in the nearest rack, in an absentminded way, and handed Sophie a cream cake out of it. "You may need this," she said.

Sophie sank onto the stool, breathing the rich smell of cake and feeling a little tearful. "Oh, Lettie!" she said. "I am so glad to see you!"

"Yes, and I'm glad you're sitting down," said Lettie. "You see, I'm not Lettie. I'm Martha."

Excerpted from Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones. Copyright © 2008 by Diana Wynne Jones. Excerpted by permission of Greenwillow Books. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.