A thoroughly strange experience, and not just because I read it in Swedish (Häxorna).
First of all, it's a children's book about a global cult of child-murdering demons.
Secondly, the hero is surprisingly gleeful about murdering them right back.
Thirdly, it finishes on a heartbreaking kind of a pyrrhic victory, except that to the hero and his grandmother, there's nothing pyrrhic about it - it's exactly the happiest ending they could have had.
And it ends on a joyously hatched plot of intercontinental racial eradication.
How am I supposed to feel now? Help.