So my wonderfully patient friend Cara lent me one of her few hard copy books (she a Kindle-er)... she uses bookmarks and must turn pages so carefully because it is immaculate. Me on the other hand, my books are well-loved and their many creases and captions advertise that I have had a full relationship with them. So I am attempting to maintain the perfection that is The Graveyard Book, without much success, and finding the same conclusion that always happens when I borrow a book (from friends or a library)- I will end up buying the book just so I can read it "my way." Anyway...
So this book is darkly, Gothic but lovingly sweet... If you can get past the gruesome first chapter. The rest, so far, is sweet. I love the different visions of parenting through the ages. The perspective of a nocturnal childhood and the simplicity of life without fear of death... I just read a section where he was confronted with danger and mortality... and his response was a complete lack concern because he lives with ghosts and life is just a long, unending stretch of existence in which death is just a hiccup in time. I love this nonchalance...
Any feedback? What d'ya think?
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