I LOVED this book. E. L. Konigsburg has been one of my favourite writers since I was a child. I love how her books are so simple, and yet so sophisticated, at the same time. The Mysterious Edge of the Heroic World gives children credit—assuming that they are smart enough to understand big themes like artistic expression and political persecution. Also, the art mystery will probably appeal to people who liked From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.

Splendid! I loved this book and I’m going to try to track down the BBC 2 series it was based on (also written by Neil Gaiman). Croup and Vandemar are hilarious and terrifying.

This book kind of reminded me of the Montmorency books by Eleanor Updale. (Liar Thief Gentleman? being the first one) I would recommend them if you like this.

It also had echoes of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy—a clueless main character gets swept up in a funny/scary world beyond what he was previously aware of.

Oh, Wash. Why must you play a child molester?

I really enjoyed this book. It’s short and sweet and funny. Sarah Ellis is a wonderful writer—I read her books when I was a kid and loved them. I’m happy to see she is still writing (and winning Governor-General’s Awards).

This is the MOST DRAMATIC MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN.

This book is really interesting, and very thoroughly researched. However, it is also making me incredibly depressed. I just finished reading the section on nuclear waste.

I am actually not enjoying this book at all. My little cousin told me he really liked it (that it was, in fact, his Favourite Book) and I should read it. But I’m finding it really boring and random, and also formulaic. There are lots of other children’s stories with adventure, wandering, searching for real families/identity, and funny animals, that are much better than this one. I’m trying to decide if I should even finish it (I’m about half-way through.)

The episode with Burt Reynolds is delightfully non-sensical!

I am reviewing this book for the Canadian Book Review Annual.

I am enjoying this book quite a bit (two-thirds of the way through) but I am disoriented by it a bit as well. In its tone and plot, it could easily have been written 60 years ago. Bizarrely nostalgiac. Who knew we lived in a world where snobby, uptight British women (with CLASS PREJUDICES!) and their skeezy suitors could still be the villains?