I pride myself on reading anything. I tell people I will read anything. That’s actually not true. I’ll read anything but science fiction or fantasy. I have a hard time imagining the fake worlds and reading the strange names. It frustrates me.
I did enjoy the Harry Potter series but I only started reading the first one to see what all the fuss was about. Seven books later I think my curiosity has been sated. I did read Stardust by Neil Gaiman a few years ago because a friend liked it and Hubby wanted me to watch the movie with him.
Then I read Coraline (also by Neil Gaiman) the other day. I loved it. Hubby has been wanting me to read it for years. I didn’t want to read it because Hubby said it was creepy and scary. I don’t like creepy and scary so I stayed away from it.
Then N started reading it. I thought it would be neat to be reading the same book at the same time as my son so I started reading it also. I was so engrossed in the book that Hubby was trying to have a conversation with me and I had no clue he was talking to me.
I finished Coraline the next day and am getting ready to start The Graveyard Boy (also by Neil Gaiman). Once I finish it I will read The Road because Hubby asked me to and after that I plan on reading another Neil Gaiman book. I’m not sure which one but we have several on our bookshelf.
I guess I’m finding out that I can’t discount a whole genre just because I didn’t like a few of the books I had tried to read before. I don’t do that with any other genre so why this one? (I don’t know the answer to that question.)
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Neil Gaimen is the man and a half. You can’t go wrong. He just thinks on a different plane than most.