Coraline

by Neil Gaiman

“It wasn’t brave because he wasn’t scared: it was the only thing he could do. But going back again to get his glasses, when he knew the wasps were there, when he was really scared. That was brave.” She took her first step down the dark corridor. She could smell dust and damp and mustiness. The cat padded along beside her. “And why was that?” asked the cat, although it sounded barely interested. “Because,” she said, “when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.”

It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.

“How do I know you’ll keep your word?” asked Coraline. “I swear it,” said the other mother. “I swear it on my own mother’s grave.” “Does she have a grave?” asked Coraline. “Oh yes,” said the other mother. “I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl out, I put her back.” “Swear on something else. So I can trust you to keep your word.”

Girl what??? 0.o