Posts tagged Neil Gaiman

I finished The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman, and it was an enjoyable read. It’s like the Jungle Book, but in a cemetery, and I finally figured out what Silas was, and I felt a bit silly upon the realization.

The ending was sad, I was hoping for a happier ending, but maybe if we’re lucky, Neil Gaiman could write a sequel. I have yet to be disappointed in reading anything by him. I may check out Coraline, I watched the movie first, so I’m sure I’ll be pleasantly entertained by the book.

It’s the official start of summer, and here I am on the laptop, being anti social. I think what I need to do is get out more.

I finished the main Sandman series. All 75 or so issues, and I couldn’t help it, I cried. I cried because it was the death of an idea, it was the death of dreams, of hopes, I cried when Loki killed Daniel. I never imagined I would shed tears while reading a comic series…err…graphic novels. But I did. This series is over 20 years old…and I am beyond happy to have read it. I should have read it when I was younger, but I think I have a bigger appreciation for it. I’ve been inspired to write again, I’ve been inspired to have more positive thoughts…all because of Neil Gaiman, and his stories about Death, Destiny, Delirium, Morpheus, Destruction, Desire, Loki, Lucifer…

It’s not often that a book, or a comic can affect me in such a way…

“Mack . . . I keep thinking. You must really want to know what happened to those friends of yours?” she asked. “Woody and Stone. Do you?”

“Yeah,” he said, moving his lips down to hers, for their first kiss. “Sure I do.”

So she showed him.

—And this is awesome, and I am giggling like a little girl. Murder shouldnt be this funny, but then again, I had a massive laughing fit watching American Psycho. Sometimes, you cant do anything but laugh at the pure absurdity of it all, and well..Mr Town was a total douchebag and had it coming.

“Laura,” she told him.

“Well, Laura,” he said, “I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.”

Oh no the hell you’re not…I do believe you have just met your death, good Sir…great friends, sure, keep on believing that.

(Yes, I do actually talk to my books, but seeing that it is 430 am, I dont need to be yelling and giggling and getting rowdy and waking the house up. So this is why Ive been filling up your dash with snippets of American Gods so much in the past hour. I am excited damn it!)

So….Shadow was his kid. I dont know if Im supposed to be really surprised at this revelation…it just feels like everything else makes a lot more sense now. Do you think Loki knows? Its not a big deal if he doesnt, just curious.

And spending nine days hanging from a tree tripping balls is no way to go through life, son.

I also realize this book is over a decade old now, and I regret not reading it sooner. I think Ill be on the look out for his other novels now, as I will have nothing to read until I get back to the bookstore. That’s the problem with being enthralled with a good plot. I don’t put the book down until I get to the very end. Even if it takes me all night to do it.