Claw marks in the frozen peas

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

In the spirit of Halloween, I decided to read Neil Gaiman’s Graveyard Book last week. He’s one of my favorite authors, but I usually either love or strongly dislike his work. In the case of the Graveyard Book, I loved it. Written in homage of Rudyard Kipling’s Jungle Book, the story is about Nobody Owens who is adopted by a graveyard and its deceased inhabitants when his family is murdered by a mysterious figure. A fun book with adventure, wit and a little bit of heart, the Graveyard Book is something I plan on rereading as often as possible.

“Name the different kinds of people,” said Miss Lupescu. “Now.” Bod thought for a moment. “The living,” he said. “Er. The dead.” He stopped. Then, “…Cats?” he offered, uncertainly.

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