The first Neil Gaiman book I read was Coraline. My aunt gave it to me when I was a wee lass of 10, and that deliciously creepy book, along with Harry Potter, shaped me to become the rather weird 18 year old I am today.
I was mesmerised and slightly freaked out by Coraline's other mother's world, and woosh, I got sucked in and became an ardent fan of this messy haired wordsmith.
So far, I've read just Stardust, Anansi Boys, a hundred or so pages of Good Omens, ditto for The Graveyard Book, and I'm nearly done with American Gods.
Yeah, I need to finito GO, GB, AG, and look for his whole bibliography, but goddammit, there are textbooks to read and slides to scroll through for college, so how do I fit in three books?
OK fine, it can be done, it's just that my brain refuses to take in anymore reading.
GASP I CANNOT BELIEVE I JUST TYPED THAT OUT.
Anyway, I need to get my hands on The Sandman. MUST GET MUST GET.
He has an intriguing mind. He writes like God. He's funny. He has messy hair. HE'S CUTE.
Nyehehehehe.
My second favourite writer is Stephen King. We all know how he looks like so shut up. I love his type of horror: everything is left to your imagination. That's much better than those in-your-face horror movies that are in for the cheap thrills and don't genuinely scare you like how Stephen King's stories do.
I could write more on how I find Neil Gaiman absolutely funny and how I
Now goodnight. I should've been working on my slides for a Business presentation, but then I decided to check my Facebook and so began the check-all-social-networking-sites game that consumes nearly 80% of everyone's life.
G'night.
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