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burntcopper) wrote2003-01-28 12:58 am
burntcopper) wrote2003-01-28 12:58 am
bandwagon ten lines book thing
The problem is I've read a lot (mainly before I found comics) but don't have many actual favourites. Not ones that I could come up with off the top of my head.
It was Christmas morning. Morris's Disappearing Bag - Rosemary Wells.
It was night in the palace. The Cats of Seroster - Robert Westall
Metal screams Booze, Broads & Bullets - Frank Miller
It is, of course, a miracle. Brief Lives arc, Sandman - Neil Gaiman
"Are you awake, Will?" The Grey King - Susan Cooper
The rumour spread through the city like wildfire (which had quite often spread through Ankh Morpork since its citizens had learned the words 'fire insurance'). The Truth - Terry Pratchett.
Now read on... Lords and Ladies - Terry Pratchett.
It was a moonless night, which was *good* for Solid Jackson. Jingo - Terry Pratchett.
My name is Henry Bendix. Stormwatch/Authority arc - Warren Ellis
There's an old graveyard south of Liverpool, where the Irish sea spews toxic shit across a lonely shore... Fear and Loathing, John Constantine, Hellblazer - Garth Ennis.
Yeah, quite a few of these are Terry Pratchett. Quite a few of these are comic compilations, but definite arcs with beginnings and ends, and quite a few of these are pre-teen or (in the case of Morris's Disappearing Bag) designed for teeny tots. They're just my favourites. The ones that stuck with me and I will quite happily read over and over and never get sick of. But have found a pattern. My favourite writers, aside from Garth Ennis, don't believe in hitting you with a big line straight off. No 'Call me Ishmael' as a first line hook. More like an inconsequential quiet line that tells you nothing of what might happen and instead lures you into a false sense of security. Garth Ennis believes in hitting you in the teeth early and often and kicking you in the kidneys on your way out, too. Robert Westall goes with quiet and creeping horror, Pratchett occasionally blindsides you, Rosemary Wells is strange and loopy and ensnares whole families so much that the parents hoard the books jealously, checking it for possible fingerprints with forensic equipment every so often (I'm serious about this one. Really.), and Warren Ellis goes for drug crazed screaming at the sky or depressive alcoholism.
It was Christmas morning. Morris's Disappearing Bag - Rosemary Wells.
It was night in the palace. The Cats of Seroster - Robert Westall
Metal screams Booze, Broads & Bullets - Frank Miller
It is, of course, a miracle. Brief Lives arc, Sandman - Neil Gaiman
"Are you awake, Will?" The Grey King - Susan Cooper
The rumour spread through the city like wildfire (which had quite often spread through Ankh Morpork since its citizens had learned the words 'fire insurance'). The Truth - Terry Pratchett.
Now read on... Lords and Ladies - Terry Pratchett.
It was a moonless night, which was *good* for Solid Jackson. Jingo - Terry Pratchett.
My name is Henry Bendix. Stormwatch/Authority arc - Warren Ellis
There's an old graveyard south of Liverpool, where the Irish sea spews toxic shit across a lonely shore... Fear and Loathing, John Constantine, Hellblazer - Garth Ennis.
Yeah, quite a few of these are Terry Pratchett. Quite a few of these are comic compilations, but definite arcs with beginnings and ends, and quite a few of these are pre-teen or (in the case of Morris's Disappearing Bag) designed for teeny tots. They're just my favourites. The ones that stuck with me and I will quite happily read over and over and never get sick of. But have found a pattern. My favourite writers, aside from Garth Ennis, don't believe in hitting you with a big line straight off. No 'Call me Ishmael' as a first line hook. More like an inconsequential quiet line that tells you nothing of what might happen and instead lures you into a false sense of security. Garth Ennis believes in hitting you in the teeth early and often and kicking you in the kidneys on your way out, too. Robert Westall goes with quiet and creeping horror, Pratchett occasionally blindsides you, Rosemary Wells is strange and loopy and ensnares whole families so much that the parents hoard the books jealously, checking it for possible fingerprints with forensic equipment every so often (I'm serious about this one. Really.), and Warren Ellis goes for drug crazed screaming at the sky or depressive alcoholism.