Book Review: Coraline by Neil Gaiman

Odd that book adaption is has less detail than the film.

Sometimes, a door is closed for a very good reason...

There is something strange about Coraline's new home. It's not the mist, or the cat that always seems to be watching her, nor the signs of danger that Miss Spink and Miss Forcible, her new neighbours, read in the tea leaves. It's the other house - the one behind the old door in the drawing room. Another mother and father with black-button eyes and papery skin are waiting for Coraline to join them there. And they want her to stay with them. For ever. She knows that if she ventures through that door, she may never come back.

I've had watched the film before reading the book and that was a mistake. In that the film is a pretty accurate adaption, adding stuff and with slight changes. So if you have access to both, then read first then book. Because I knew the beats of the story then they wasn't much to compelled on reading and I think I would have enjoy the book better if I hadn't seen the film.

Coraline is surrounded by weird characters and busy parents. She is a explorer and compels the plot which is nice to see in children's book. With tons of horrifying imagery (that was partly illustrated).

Overall, I give this book 4/5 stars for button eyes. Coraline is good story and freaky as hell so give to every child you come across.

Lost & Found Things

My cat decided to escape on Friday. We spent the day thinking that Glasgow was hiding in the house somewhere. Though, after having searched the entire house for him. It became apparent that the little shit was not inside. My mother who is very panicky about our cats; who are scared of people and cars. She had made me recapture Mandela, the wild hunter of our cats and the first to made to make an escape from a window. I knew that Glasgow would come back once he was hungry. He's that sort of cat.

We drove around the new town-village where we now live looking for him. My mother swears she saw him run into a field behind our house. It was a bird and someone's garden, I know this because I saw the same bird on the way back. My mother gave up after an half hour or so of driving into dead ends of houses that he would never visit.

My mother went into the garden and I went into the house to unlock the backdoor. Something on the floor catches my eyes. Its a picture of Glasgow and standing up I saw the black white figure sitting next to the shed. My mother came in and said he wasn't there.

"What's that behind you then?" were my exact ones. She didn't hear me right and about a minute of me telling her to look behind her she finally sees him in the dying light. She moves back outside and unblocking the door. She stands at the top of the garden as I go to get him. He just sits then till I'm right next to him, then uncharacteristically he walks towards me and I pick him up. I take him back into the house to show that he had returned by himself.

My mother then tried to take credit for finding him there, which was just odd since it took so long for me to get her to turn around and look out the window at him. He left to wander around the house, now having escaped and brought back into my mother's fear.

I have no idea why after almost a month of living here, my mother still won't let the cats out considering that they too cautious of people and cars so unlikely to be caused harm whilst hiding from ducks.  She have to let them out soon.

I mean she lets me leave the house and I lost my phone and flat key all on the same day/trip. Yes, dumbest thing I've done this year. I did it on Wednesday. I was in the studio to finally finished filming R & J thing. Still hate Romeo & Juliet, especially with the comedy aspects cut out of it. I realised half way through the session that my phone was missing. The tracking device on my phone (google) told me it was in uni somewhere.

I then went home to see if I had left it at home and see if my phone was there. I then realised I had also lost my keys. They had fallen out of my ripped pocket on the way over. Great day I was having.  They both been found by security, so I got them back. Though, one of them was apparently found in the toilet, a place I hadn't went that day.

I had finally found my ipod the weekend before so this all felt I was being taunted. I have dropped my keys and phone before but had been listening to the music on ipod and hadn't heard them drop out of my pocket this time. Its all the ipod's fault. It hid from me and then cause me misery.

Just being dramatic. I left my phone at home yesterday so I have became careless with it. A love affair might be on the way out, especially as it keeps turning its self off.

To summarise the eventfully things of this week: I lose shit and I get it back because I am lucky...in that way. I am finally got my stuff out of the old house except for a half-fridge that I'm not sure what's happening with it. The sheds are an other thing.

I have a bed with no Mattrex

Haló peeps, so I've spent the pass two days building a bed. Yes, I finally got one. A few issues building it, so I couldn't recommend it. It's a lift bed from Argos. Certain screws just wouldn't go where they were meant to be go. There is literally two sticking out because we could not get them to go any further so we had to give up. Something is mainly attached to the bed by cellotype. Its not important part of bed so it should be fine. There also not a bottom in it because it impossible to build it with it in and it shit as it will take no weight.

The corner where went/desk briefly was.

I also moved a armchair upstairs into my bedroom. There is literally no floor space in my room at the moment. There should be some more once I've to sort out some the boxes and other stuff. That's a job for another a week because I'm not sure how to tackle it.

There is basically not going to be a lot of floor space in my room. It is something I have come to accept. Books and bed mean its not a thing I can have. Its the attic roof fault. I could have taller bookcases otherwise. I actually have a tall bookcase I've had since I was child but it was cut in half when we move. The chair was unnecessary but I wanted a chair in my room. I was expecting this fantasy to only happen once I go to uni and get a apartment. Maybe if we do ever do move. It getting up there was quite the challenge. My mum had to move stuff downstairs so we could fit it through. I also trapped in the corner and had to climb over it. We knocked several monster high dolls off my wardrobe.

What behind my bookcase looks like.

My desk was meant to be in the corner that the chair ended up. It has done a circle around my room and has ended up where it's started. It spent a few days right next to the window. I still need a computer chair though.

That all I've been really doing this past week. I know I lead a life of excitement.

There are pests behind my bookcases.

The chair that just fits.

Mandy inspecting the backs of my books.