The reason for the brevity of those last two reviews is that I am really mostly just excited about The Graveyard Book, which came out today. At last! The Graveyard Book! I have been yearning and yearning and yearning for it, and at last it came out, and I read it all outside on a blanket in my side yard, and it was nice and shady and breezy, and I felt very, very, very happy!
I went to Bongs & Noodles today to get The Graveyard Book, and they had not yet even opened up the box with the display that The Graveyard Book was going to be on. The salesperson had to get a pair of scissors and open the box up just for me. (I offered her my keys, which would have been more effective actually, but she insisted on using the scissors.) It was very exciting. I love it when Neil Gaiman writes a new book. He should write a new book every day, and then I would be happy every day, and I wouldn’t have enough time to read all of them, so that when he died way off in the future I would still have dozens of new books by Neil Gaiman to read.
That would be nice.
The Graveyard Book is all about a boy whose family is killed when he is very wee, but he escapes and toddles away into a graveyard, and the graveyard decides to adopt him. The ghosts all look after him and teach him useful lessons like Fading and Dreamwalking, and he has got a guardian called Silas, who consumes only one food, and it is not bananas. He grows up gradually, and they call him Bod (with a D), short for Nobody. The man Jack, who killed his family, remains interested in killing him, so Silas and the rest of the ghosts do their utmost best to keep him safe until he is a grown-up. He becomes clever and resourceful, and he doesn’t like people who are wicked.
How I loved The Graveyard Book! It was such a dear book! There are all these ghosts you don’t get to know nearly well enough, and every chapter is a little story, and Bod gets into all kinds of trouble and learns valuable lessons and sometimes makes a friend. I only wished there were more of it. More Silas and more of the poet ghost, who was extravagant and helpful. I am not usually overcome with sadness when a book ends, but I was extremely sad when I got to the end of The Graveyard Book. I suppose because it was rather episodic, I expected it to go on and on and on, and then instead of that it ended, and I felt really sad because I was sure there were more bits that could have happened in the middle before it got to the end. I was insupportable. I had to lie on my back and stare at the humongous sky for a while before I was able to overcome my grief and start reading it all over.
Read it! Neil Gaiman is wonderful! I am glad he is still so young and can continue to write for many years still!