by Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman is a wonderful writer. He makes English bend to his clever whims in ways that make me terribly jealous. But for a seemingly nice guy ( you can read his journal here) he’s awfully cavalier with his protagonists, and he comes up with some elegantly creepy ideas.
Stardust, though, is a fairy tale for adults. It’s a good first exploration into Gaiman, with all the elegance of his fabulous imagination but with somewhat less eccentricity than, say, his (excellent) short story collections and with somewhat less darkness than his graphic novels. I don’t actually have a copy right now… I think I gave mine to someone who needed airplane reading or something… books so often want to travel. I’ll pick up another sometime, though; it’s that good.