Some of you may remember the Scholastic store in New York, where I read part of a story and we looked at the harry potter merchandise. (That trip was way too satisfying to my not-very-inner child.) Some of you may also remember leaving the store, only to find out that I was actually quietly busy at the cash.
'It's for my mother,' I insisted. 'Her birthday is coming up.'
('So...you bought her a picture book?'
'It's a graphic novel.')
I finally read (read? looked at pictures, really. but looked intensely) it on Friday, and I was really quite stunned by its beauty.
As always, clicking will tell you more. It's really quite breathtaking, as a story and as artwork. Of course, it's also set in a strange and wonderful world, with strange and wonderful plants and animals and architecture and technology...the sort of things I love best.
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