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...this? Mad good. It's the stories, that show up in pieces, and you always know there's a little missing when you pick up the Italian folk version; or the several seeming similar in Grimm. Pullman's gathered up the bones, and set them in a single skeleton without inserting his own voice or agenda.

Bloody best ... like a firecracker at midnight on Guy Fawkes

Oy, not half so deep, nor so clever -- nor even so side-splitting -- as his first run at faerie through a Grimm lens.

I've perhaps two pages til I finish . . . but I haven't read them, because I don't want it to be finished.

If all social networking platforms were reading based, 'twould be a story to tell . . .aside from being rather a more interesting read.

'A wavering softness seemed to curl inside Rendi like smoke from incense ...'

I will make 180 this year . . .180 books.

. . . badly wants to read, just read.

"We're all Christians in this room, though, perhaps," he added, glancing around at the reeling crowd, "not strict ones."

Oy, I love Milford's invention.

Deft memoir. Detail like child's eye through fence nooks. And fairy tale edges to a communist occupied Eastern Europe.

...er, it went back to the library as someone else apparently had requested it. Tch. But that is why I've been on page 100 for months.

A peculiarity amongst peculiars. All mish-mash of myth, folktellers voice, and the delineations of Chinese culture. Bloody good for getting one's mind off the grooved path of routine.

Rather a longhaul of a read ... for a Pratchett.