Finished this one during the kids' naptme today. A nice story, but I feel like I spent novel prices for a novella. Gaiman is a good writer, but this really wasn't the sort of book I like best. I enjoyed his American Gods much more than this one.
This was a nicely creepy little tale, but somehow it needed more too it to make me feel like the other mother was really menacing. Coraline never really seemed to be in any real danger. Perhaps it was the length of the story, but I didn't really connect with any of the characters. It reminded me a bit of Stephen King, but I'm not sure just what did that. Perhaps the button eyes. Or the rats.
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