Tuesday, February 2, 2010

BOOK #8

Last year, Meredith and I took the day off and went up to Wylie. In search of a new bookstore called Eerie Books. In our minds, we were envisioning an old, dusty kind of store with all kinds of cubbyholes chock full of cool, twisted books like we all love. Not so. It was just a small shop on main street. No sense of charm or eeriness about it. The town was charming and we had a nice lunch. And, of course, we each found some new books to read. This was one of my picks.

This book is really a work of art. It combines a world of fantasy intertwined with spastic renderings of some of our favorite childhood stories. I wasn't a bit bored by the book although some of the reviews out on goodreads.com have been not exactly polite. I did find it sad at times and very funny at other times. It's just a story of a little boy lost.

Meredith has dibs on the book so I'm gonna hold it for her but I do recommend it for everybody. Definitely a good read.

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