Couldn‘t have translated it better.

Wow, I guess these ARE the kind of eyeglasses a spider would wear, if a spider wore eyeglasses. Too cool. Trust Paul Pope to think of it.

Wow. This one‘s so good. Amazing good. Perfect good. Best trilogy I‘ve read since . . . His Dark Materials, I guess, which was the best since . . . Lilith‘s Brood? (though if Card‘s Xenogenesis has stayed one book, that trilogy would be in this mix).

Oh, nice: “careful disgust.” Well said.

Is this a regional construction, maybe? I‘ve never heard it. I like it, though. Anyway, a third through this one already, and I think I started about ten minutes ago. Scalzi always reads fast: good exposition handling, dialogue-driven story, and all the surprises and reversals we need to keep us turning the page. Funny, too.

Have never heard this said quite so well.

This one‘s a lot of fun so far. Can‘t imagine it won‘t keep being a ball. A, yes, disco ball. It‘s got Valente‘s usual inventiveness and fun with language, but, this time out, a kind of Scalzi velocity and glibness, and some kind of wry absurdity I guess I‘d associate with a . . . Kilgore Trout type, maybe?

This is some solid comic book horror. And, even better, all the references are like this: of the actual era. Makes it all so much cooler.

Nobody says it like Lansdale says it.

So dig getting lost in Joe and Nate‘s world again. Nate Romanowski is to Joe Pickett as Leonard Pine is to Hap Collins, as Joe Pike is to Elvis Cole. Series detectives need a good bud, who‘ll go that one step further. Wonder if this dynamic goes across the fence to urban fantasy? Wonder why these are all dudes I‘m talking about? Do women detectives also have this kind of sidekick/friend? I guess in fantasy-fantasy, animals often fill this role.

I haven‘t read this since January of 2000. Here goes read #2, for the haunted house grad seminar I‘m teaching . . .

Never seen a split lip described this way. Very nice.

Went into this figuring, sure, I‘ll learn some more Odin stories. Maybe I‘ll get some decoder ring for American Gods. What I got, though, was a lesson in how important tricksters are, not just to creation, but maintenance. Without Loki stirring things up—and I always kind of hated him for it—then things stagnate, and forget themselves. Gonna remember this.

I very much appreciate the “probably” here.

I just want to read this one line over and over. This part of a line. It‘s enough to make a world from, and live in.

Almost done with this one. Some books you don‘t read, you inhale.

This was so good. More than anything, it reminded me of The Maltese Falcon. Want to start all over, read it again/relisten. Funny, technical, accurate so far as I know, and with harrowing action sequences.

This is kind of fun in an old-fashioned cosmic horror way (if that‘s your thing) (it‘s not mine), but there must have been just an abundance of commas in the early twentieth century. This book is just littered with them.

When a three-hour tour feels significantly longer.

This is one of those novels where I can‘t put my finger on any kind of plot yet—quarter through—but I keep turning the pages all the same. For the writing. For the characters. For the details. For the lines. For this perfect way to render a horse shying away, that captures the haughty way the horse draws its head back.

#justbought excited by one, ready to be disheartened by the other

Stong line. One of many. Digging this YA slasher.

I could not be any more in love with this book than I am. Really? If this book hits the shelf first, who knows if I even write Mongrels. So much similar going on. I want to give it to everyone for gifts this year. And then sit there and watch them read it and wait for them to finish so we can talk about it.

Really really digging this one. It's like The Lost City of Z, except earlier and more exciting. Reminds me of all the Charles Berlitz (and all those) I lived and died by as a kid, and still keep in my heart, in kind-of secret.

This one's another madcap gory profane exhilarating hilarious ride so far. Just like the first.

The back and forth in this book's solid. I always fall immediately into Lemire's stories. The pulse of them, the art, the small towns done right.

I got zero time for a 600-pager, but I got zero self-control, too. Meant to just dip into this for a few pages. Now I can't get back out.

Digging this one. Kind of reminds me—the spareness, the disassociative motions—of Sara Gran's Come Closer. Reads fast, too; I'm a quarter through, and it's been a busy day at a con.

Perfect. A whole state, a whole way of life, and in just a single word.

Book's cracking me up. Excited to burn through the next two.

These captions in The Tooth are so fun.

Best book of poems I've read in a long, long time. I never can guess the shape of the next line, with Glaser.

Um, yes: completely smitten with this one already.

Digging this one.

Great line.

The point at which this book hooked me. A very horror moment. You know exactly what's coming next (lots of bad stuff).

Great paragraph. From the novella at the end, "The Sleep of Judges." JRJ's always good.

Wow, this has been worth it already, just ten minutes in, for Harris's intro. So, so cool. Now, ten more hours of excellence.

Hey, check what just showed up at my door. Happy with how this one turned out. I mean, design/layout wise. As for the story, the innards? Who knows. Probably just doodles of alligators, with a lot of erasing.

Reading the screenplay, actually, not the novel. Just watched it, then watched all (ALL) the documentaries and special features, then watched it again with commentary on. Next, I don't know, I'm knocking on Thomas Harris's door, I suppose.

This book kind of just absorbs you in. Captivating, engrossing, all that good stuff. And fun. Too? I think this—The Complete Collection Deluxe Hardcover—is the single heaviest book I've ever read.

Lucky hardcover find today. So dig this book. Was hanging around a museum ten, twelve years ago, and the security guard there told me this was the main book he reads, that he wished all the books were like this one. I agree.

A horror novel about a bird I had to look up on Wikipedia. So digging it. Language is both precise and evocative, and always economical. And? Story's scary too. Good all around.

I'm supposed to somehow wait for . . . is it 2019 for the next installment? I really don't see how that's possible. Looks like I need to learn to be a hacker.

Hey, cool to see Blackfeet in this one, and way early, too. Even more excited than I was.

Every single sentence of this novel is blowing me away. Best thing I've read in a while. Couldn't be more impressed.

SUCH a satisfying perfect wonderful end to either this series or this arc. This and Starve are as good as comics get.

I mean, not saying anything new here, but Liz Hand can write.

Probably my favorite Dolly and Kenny book.