Showing posts with label Neil Gaiman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neil Gaiman. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 23, 2021

2021 Reading: A Study in Emerald

 #6 A book with a gem, mineral, or rock in the title


Okay, this has me way more intrigued than I thought it would. After reading this, I want to know who these characters are. I mean... John Watson was the accomplice with the Rache which makes Sebastian Moran the side-kick for the Detective... Does that mean that the Rache is Sherlock? Or is it Moriarty? I am so interested! Is there more to this than just this one book?!?! I need to know more!

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

2017 Reading: Norse Mythology

#16 A book that's published in 2017


See, I told you I would pick up any book about Norse Mythology.

I was kind of expecting this to be more of a story based book, but it was actually more of just a facts dump. I pretty much already knew all of the information that was presented so that made me a little disappointed, but I still like reading anything I can about this subject.

There were some modern turn-of-phrases and some dialogue that he threw in there, but mostly it was just facts. Still, fun read.

Monday, May 12, 2014

2014 Reading: Coraline

This book was fucking creepy.

I am not even joking. It's one of the kind of books that makes you look at Neil Gaiman and go "WTF is wrong with you, dude?" but then you remember that it's this guy:



and you are no longer surprised.

Now, the thing that always got me about the movie (which I would NOT suggest watching if you are in anyway inebriated or *ahem* under the effects of any other synapse altering past times) is the lack of a plot.

The book doesn't help. Yes, it was a good fast read (finished it in an afternoon in the middle of another book) with creepy things that would scare the shit out of my if I were the type. But, there was no real story there. It's terribly British like that. Coraline is just a girl who gets thrown into a weird, not-quite-right world where the people have button eyes and she just is all like "Well, this is different" instead of, say, running and screaming her fucking head off when inanimate objects start moving and talking to her about how her other mother stole their souls and locked them in the closet. She sits down and drinks tea with a monster mother and is just all like "Okay."

British. So very, very, very, British.

I liked it, though. Picked it up at the library on a whim when I saw it in the children's section (where I do NOT agree it should go, BTW... shit's terrifying) and handed it back the next day.