Saturday, April 24, 2010
The Graveyard Book
The blogosphere is a bit obsessed with Neil Gaiman. I've read so many glowing reviews, and although I haven't seen Coraline, it looks like it has a Tim Burton-esque feel, which I love. So, I decided to read The Graveyard Book and expected to love it. And I did end up enjoying it, but something was just a bit off for me. Maybe it was just timing. I've been stressed at work, am preparing to be out of the office for nearly two weeks, am dealing with learning I have termites in my house (which are extremely common in Oklahoma and the surrounding states, but is still disturbing, and extremely expensive to get rid off), and having plumbing issues in our master bathroom. So I was a bit distracted.
There was a lot to like about the book. The writing is beautiful. You can tell Gaiman works at carefully crafting each sentence. It has an interesting plot, with a mystery to solve. It had a unique story. And I love books like Harry Potter and the Series of Unfortunate Events series.
And yet, every time I set the book down, I had to force myself to pick it back up. While reading, I would be interested in what happens next, but if I took a break I would completely stop caring, and it felt like a chore to pick it back up again. So my reading experience fell a little short of my expectations. Again, that may have more to do with my week than the book though.
Since I was hoping Gaiman would give me a Harry Potter-like fix and didn't, does anyone have any book recommendations to help feel that void?