While waiting for a cheaper copy of Endless Nights to arrive in the mail, am reading other things: some children's books; Spiegelman's Open Me...I'm a Dog, for the inner dog lover that my child is (I'm sure our dog will attest to this despite his moving as far away as possible, as soon as he hears Dylan approaching) and Gaiman's The Wolves in the Walls for the inner jam lover in me; and Moore's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen for a rollicking laugh.
The Dog book is a rather nice story of a dog who became a shepherd of German decent, then became a frog of bullish proportions, then finally into a book about a dog that is a dog. It's rather clever and entertaining with the pop-up parts and textural experience. Dylan is going to love this (he can do his dog immitations of barking, sniffing and panting) - roughly petting the dog and pulling his tail, no doubt. The book about Wolves is also very interesting, especially the parts about the wolves eating jam on toast and listening to your inner pig-puppet. I'm not sure this is Dylan fare, as it hasn't got dogs or base balls, tennis balls, soccer balls, basket balls or footballs (his current obsessions), but I'm sure he'll like the moon in it and make pig sounds. But the one I thought was really different from what I original thought it was going to be, was the League of Gentlemen plus a girl from Dracula. I don't know why, but I thought it was going to be serious, brooding and something like V for Vendetta, perhaps because I was just reading V last night. Anyway, it's very funny to say the least.
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