Nobody believes (and even tried to, or gave a chance to) in pre-(their) historical times when Cats ruled the world. There are a lot of parallels to the real world. The brand new world of 'mouse', who sometimes called themselves (or author do) - people. I had expected to see the magic in this book, but what I found was not least magical. Next time I want to read about a delightful, refined city mouse, I'll turn to these books instead. (And marketing and reputation and wealth and the like.) It's worth drawing a comparison to another well-known literary mouse, Geronimo Stilton, whose books I enjoy but, being for younger readers, lack the grace and subtle humor of Tantamoq's books. The Sands of Time reminds me vaguely of the Avatar: The Last Airbender episode The Library, but, in reality, is much more a commentary on Western archaeology, history, and storytelling. Hermux feels so genuine, especially in details like his notes of gratitude in his journal or his innocent affection for Linka, that he makes this whole book a treasure. He comes off as eminently likable, a steadfast friend, in a novel full of posturing and protest. He loves clockwork and watchmaking but doesn't have much taste in clothing (fashion playing a large role in this novel). Tantamoq is a delightful character, humble, introverted, and rather shy.

Eva Ibbotson ended up being my substitution, but I've always retained affection for this series-affection, I was pleased to find, that persists to this day. I adored this series in 4th grade, so much so that my teacher had to talk me out of doing a project on Michael Hoeye, because he'd only written these first two Hermux Tantamoq Adventures and we had to choose an author who'd published at least three books.

The Sands of Time by Michael Hoeye