
Yesterday I had the creepy pleasure of reading Coraline by Neil Gaiman. Minions, that book seriously gave me the skin crawlies. It wasn’t the story so much, as the description. The other mother’s looooong fingers and loooonger nails tapping against her black button eyes did me in. Bravo, Mr. Gaiman.
I also managed a hefty 1,300 words for Wonderland and, happy happy news news, I’m starting to really like Dillon. Yet another wonderful author has agreed to take a look at Eighth Grade Bites, so that brings my blurb list up to five. And as if those joys weren’t enough, I noticed that we Americans have taken seven gold medals in the olympics so far. All in all, a good day.
Let’s see if I can top it.


Coraline was great. Neil Gaiman is a true storytelling treasure.
It was CREEPY. And awesone.