Gooey Book Love....
I'm in love, bitches. Gooey, sugary, snuggly book LOOOOVE. With a little lust thrown in.
The book in question:
The Golden Compass, by Philip Pullman. The first of the His Dark Materials series. Known to our Brit and Australian friends as Northern Lights (same series name, though).
Philip Pullman is a mad genius. I must lay hands on his brain and discover the artifice necessary to write such an exquisite piece of literary goodness. So many allusions...Paradise Lost being one of the biggest of biggies. I must read the rest of Paradise Lost (that I was supposed to read junior year of college in my British Lit 1 survey) over Christmas break. MUST!
Some say this is also a reaction to CS Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia and I can see it with lots of prickly references to the church, etc. Definitely something to look into.
There are two more books in the series. I'll be busy.
And I might add. I'm only halfway through this first book in the series, but I'm so enthralled at this point that I don't think anything could screw it up for me except maybe if the main character (a little girl) dressed up like a squid and ran through the center of town yelling, "I am Deep Throat!"
Note: Clack, I have not read the Chronicles yet. I know--it's sick--but I'll be doing it over Christmas break, too.