lifetime book-lover who writes about - what else? - a variety of books.
i haven't the faintest idea where this story is going, and it's about as weird and disturbing as the cover art. i mean, what is that? a creepy porcelain doll with red eyes?! but well, it's neil gaiman. unlike like almost any other author, neil gaiman exerts a kind of wizard storyteller power over me every time. reading one of his books is like falling into a fairy tale. even when it's a nightmare. after all, fairy tales have their hints of darkness too. in fact, what's a fairy tale without it?