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Synopsis from Goodreads.
IT TAKES A GRAVEYARD TO RAISE A CHILD.
Nobody Owens, known to his friends as Bod, is a normal boy. He would be completely normal if he didn’t live in a sprawling graveyard, being raised and educated by ghosts, with a solitary guardian who belongs to neither the world of the living nor of the dead. There are dangers and adventures in the graveyard for a boy – an ancient indigo man, a gateway to abandoned city of ghouls, the strange and terrible sleer. But if Bod leaves the graveyard, then he will be in danger from the man Jack – who has already killed Bod’s family
Of course I’d heard of Gaiman but I’ve never read his books.
Even though I had often been told to by the mob.
So when I did research for my Carnegie List
It seemed silly not to start with Bob.
Wait what? He’s called Bod?
As in with a d?
OK, forget that first stanza.
Right, let me see.
It was the synopsis that caught my attention
A boy growing up amongst tombstones?
What’s cooler than that? Nothing at all!
Because who wants friends that are made of skin and bones?
At first I was swept away with Gaiman’s masterful style
And that opening chapter is one of the most memorable I’ve ever read.
But while the story was fine and quite interesting
I can’t help but think that some of it went over my head.
Now don’t get me wrong, some of it was great
Like Liza, Scarlett and whenever the Owenses appeared.
But the parts about the desert and the Sleer and whatnot…
Well, that’s when it got weird.
It felt like some parts were separate stories
And I wanted more info to fill in the cracks.
So I could piece together what was truly happening
Between Bod and all the man Jacks.
While I found that some bits were fascinating and completely unique
(I don’t need to tell you that Gaiman’s mind is something that deserves respect…
I found myself quite often lost amongst the crypts and the Big Ideas
And I….I just don’t think it’s what I expected.
I know some of you will be reading this
And you’ll barely be able to control the eye twitch.
“SHE ISN’T SMITTEN WITH GAIMAN? BURN HER
BURN HER, BURN THAT LITTLE…..WITCH!”
But in my defence, before you call me
The clueless Manc in a tatty old coat.
Let me just tell you that by the time I finished the
Last chapter, my dear reader, there was a lump in my throat.
Something about Bod going out and finding adventures,
And discovering that there’s mischief to make.
There’s people to meet, there’s languages to learn
There’s places to see and paths still to take.
And I guess normally, I would be annoyed how the story ended
Because books left on a cliffhanger usually leave me quite vexed.
But I adored how Mr G left it so it’s our turn to fill in the blanks,
And it’s up to us to use our imagination and decide what happens next.