I adore Neil Gaiman. I love his vivid imagery, the subtlety of the stories, the unique way he has of seeing the world. He himself is awesome as well, and is someone I would love to have a beer with. Here is a wonderful interview of Neil on the Diane Rehm show. She is painful to listen to, but thankfully he is not. I loved his discussion about being read to, how adults never get stories read to them anymore and it’s tragic. I agree entirely with his comments that it is odd to put trigger warnings on literature, especially literature for adults.

http://thedianerehmshow.org/shows/2015-02-19/neil_gaiman_trigger_warning

I’ve been slowly working my way through this book, Neil Gaiman’s latest collection of short stories. I don’t know honestly if any have been published elsewhere, but it doesn’t matter much to me. I rarely read anthologies, so chances are I would have missed them the first go-round anyway. Thus far, I have really loved a handful of the stories.

A Lunar Labyrinth is a wonderfully creepy story, full of descriptions and experiences and then terror and death. Kind of like life.

The Truth Is a Cave in the Black Mountains is something of a morality story, or at least that is how I read it. I liked the idea that anyone could go in and take the gold, but that essentially a part of their soul died or turned evil every time.

The Case of Death and Honey – yay, Sherlock! I loved this one, and like to think that Holmes discovered the secret for eternal life. If anyone could do it, Holmes could.

Click-Clack the Rattle Bag was a delightfully innocent story – until it wasn’t. Seriously squicked me out, and I loved it.

I’m still reading this collection. I can rarely get through an anthology in one go. I usually take breaks between stories and it takes me forever.