I think the first book is more in the vein of an Enid Blyton adventure than a match with the rest of the series. It's about plucky children, whereas the rest of the stories are about very serious children.
I mean, there's some overlap, but I definitely think it wasn't till the second novel that Cooper realized where she was going with it.
There's certainly much more mythology in the later books, if that's your thing, lisah.
I know I started with the second one (The Dark is Rising) first, and it wasn't until much later that I even realized that
Over Sea, Under Stone
was part of the same series. I reread the whole series a few years ago and found them lacking, though I'd adored them as a child, but
The Dark is Rising
is still compelling and my favorite of the series. You might at least give that one a try, lisah, if you're still interested. I think it's different enough from
Over Sea, Under Stone
that you might like it. (I find it's best read at midwinter, though, for the full effect.)
Oh, is the first one Over Sea, Under Stone? I always forget that.
I might say, give the second one a try, as I remember liking that one much better, but don't beat yourself over the head with it.
ETA: Or, you know, almost exactly WKPS.
I might say, give the second one a try, as I remember liking that one much better, but don't beat yourself over the head with it.
I might try it then. I'm also wondering if they'd be appropriate to pass on to my voracious reader of a 9-year old niece. She LOVED the HP and Narnia series.
This just in: The Borough I live in sucks, and it's stupid of me to try and seek redemption from my traumatic childhood; that's not how real life works.
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Maybe I'm taking this a little too personally.
What a whiny piece of crap that article is.
Self-righteous sour grapes define their attitude to Gotham.
Wow. Projecting much? Seriously, I'm not a fan of sentimentalism...ism, but he makes happy endings and closure sound like a crime against literature.
The whole thing seems to boil down to "those dirty hippies/bohemians/yuppies/idealists, they wouldn't know an honest day's narrative labor if it hit them in the face!"
In fact, trauma’s never overcome. That’s what defines it.
Says who? It all makes me wonder if maybe he has a point buried under all that, but the bitterness, inferiority complex, and anger buried it before it could see light.
I couldn't get past the first paragraph. Pompous ass-h.
Also, I love Brooklyn. It's one of my most favorite places to visit. so there!