Garth Nix's comment on the back cover pretty much sums up how I feel about it:

I wish my younger self could have had the opportunity to read and reread this wonderful book, and my older self wishes that I had written it.

This one also takes its place among my favorites. I wanna just crawl inside it, walk around the pages, spending more time on my favorite parts, and then falling asleep in Mr. & Mrs. Owens' tomb when I'm tired.

Added to Scrapbook 2009.

I was cleaning my room (again) and again I found old stuff. Below is my 12-year-old self who wrote and submitted a little something to the student publication. And those dumbasses published it, hahah. I cannot believe they wouldn't even FIX it before printing it. Anyway... I've looked at the date, and this was written 6 months from the day I started learning English, which explains how much it sucks. And I don't have anything to say about the subject matter-- I guess I was born fucked up.



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I've been reading Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book and loving it. And then, earlier this evening, I was checking his journal and found this: he himself is reading the chapters, which is pure magic. I've been reading AND listening for a while now, and I'm in heaven.

I've also noticed that I have the UK version of the book, and he's reading the US version because chapel became church and trainers became sneakers to name a few.

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Lastly, I just got an e-mail from Amazon about my pre-ordering the Twilight DVD months ago. I really am not that desperate since I already have it on my computer and all, but it was a good laugh.

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And now I'm going back to my book.