Thursday, May 4, 2017

Review: "Coraline" by Neil Gaiman

Happy Thursday, Booklovers!

Just in case I haven't shouted it from the rooftops loud enough and long enough (an absurd number of times) then let me reiterate... I adore Neil Gaiman. Adults books, children's books. If he wrote it, just hand it over. Coraline especially has a special place in my bookish heart because it was the first book I ever read by this talented author. I'm anxiously anticipating the day Boop is old enough to appreciate the story. Until then, I'll just read it out loud to him for practice!


Title: Coraline
Author: Neil Gaiman
Genre: Middlegrade Fantasy
Publication: August 4, 2002
Pages: 208


There is something strange about Coraline's new home. It's not the mist, or the cat that always seems to be watching her, nor the signs of danger that Miss Spink and Miss Forcible, her new neighbours, read in the tea leaves. It's the other house - the one behind the old door in the drawing room. Another mother and father with black-button eyes and papery skin are waiting for Coraline to join them there. And they want her to stay with them. For ever. She knows that if she ventures through that door, she may never come back.

Most definitely one of the most fascinating, creepy, and enjoyable books I've ever read. For people who enjoy existing in that foggy, dark, spooky realm that exists on the border of child-fantasy and adult-horror this book is for you. I NEED more books like this. This book would have been my #1 favorite as a child and it's darn near close to being it now.

Neil Gaiman is a genius when it comes to appealing to both his young and older audience. To a child, Coraline is a spine tingly yet fun adventure full of wonder, curiosities, and a pretty understandable moral. To adults the story is macabre at its most innocent and horrifying at its weirdest (having buttons sewed into your eyes, a human being made of rats, two ancient acrobats who take off their skin and then...I don't know... recuperate? In a slimy cocoon. Dead children in the closet. Oh yeah, then there's that "I'm your mom... but not really" lady who is actually some kind of weird demon that lives off of the souls of those before mentioned dead children in the closet.)

Thankfully I tend to enjoy books like this a little more the way that children do. To me it's just a good, fun, quirky-and-yet-slightly-disturbing tale of discovering what's truly important to you and being careful what you wish for.

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Auggie is the 30 year old whirlwind owner of Auggie-Talk. A bibliobibuli by nature and a (potentially obsessive) lover of Diana Wynne Jones and Neil Gaiman. Not so secrety secret: She's been known to consume too much caffeine leading to hyperactive rants about her heinous lack of shelving.

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