Stayed firmly on my Neil Gaiman kick and gave this one a go. I’d heard it was a bit weird, and “Neil Gaiman dark” (which is a definition I’m starting to get a grasp of) and – surprise of the century – I really liked it.
I remember when I read the first few pages, I cocked an eyebrow and said to my boyfriend, “Is this supposed to be a children’s book?” Mass murder of a family and attempted murder of a baby made me think the book was going to be psychotic and maniacal, but thankfully it wasn’t. It was actually quite charming.
I enjoyed how Bod was just as every other kid is through the years – curious, good, defiant, nosy, adventurous – despite being cut off from the outside world for the majority of his life. I had a little trouble working out the Jack scenario at the end, probably because I was a bit sleepy when I finished it, more than anything. I just liked it. This seems to be a common theme in my aimless rambles, but this is a definite highlight for me from Gaiman.