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09 April 2010 @ 10:05 pm
The Graveyard Book, Neil Gaiman

Gaiman does so much better when he has to restrain himself. He should stick to children's books OR short stories in future. (See how lenient I am.) The best parts of this book were clearly indebted to Pratchett. The worst were pretty bad: random ominous easily deciphered prophecies OH DEAR. Failing at making us care about people he killed off OH DEAR. Silas being the biggest fandom amalgam ever OH DEAR.

Still, there was some lol.

"Bartelmy says that thou dost have a face like unto a squished plum," he would tell her.

"I have teachers. Letitia Borrows teaches me writing and words, and Mr Pennyworth teaches me his Compleat Educational System for Younger Gentlemen with Additional Material for those Post Mortem. I do Geography and everything. I don't need more lessons."</>

"Name the different kinds of people," said Miss Lupescu. "Now."
Bod thought for a moment. "The living," he said. "Er. The dead." He stopped. Then, "... cats?"


Fortinbras Bartleby, ten years old when he had died (of consumption, he had told Bod, who had mistakenly believed for several years that Fortinbras had been eaten by lions or bears, and was extremely disappointed to learn it was merely a disease)

Previously, on Book Glomp 2010:
The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories, Anton Chekhov
I'll take you there, Joyce Carol Oates
Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides
The School for Husbands, Moliere
On Green Dolphin Street, Sebastian Faulks
The Famished Road, Ben Okri
Lord of the Flies, William Golding
Moby Dick, Herman Melville
A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway
Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
The Sea, the Sea, Irish Murdoch
Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad
Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy