a Goldie plush figure

That story made me pick up the pencils for the first time in yonks and draw a few pictures (of Goldie)--which admission makes me feel like a sappy sheep.

Both of the Death books come after Sandman, don't they?

"Time of your life" follows "The high cost of living", but I forget if the characters' story preceeds or intercuts with the one in Sandman.

eta: ok, Mr. Broom. So, advise to read them after "The game of you".

Oh, oh, and I must say: CHEER UP, EMO ENDLESS. "I've got this key I don't want, and it's causing me so much paaaaaain. I'm going to wear my black clothes and sit in the dark and broooooood."

(Dream isn't emo, he's goth, dammit. Or is that just my age showing, and emo is the new goth?)

There are parts of A Game of You that I love beyond all reason, including the part about how little girls dream that their lives aren't their lives and their parents aren't really their parents; they're lost princesses waiting to go back to their magical lands. (I'm paraphrasing, of course, and probably somewhat badly.)

There are parts of A Game of You that I love beyond all reason, including the part about how little girls dream that their lives aren't their lives and their parents aren't really their parents; they're lost princesses waiting to go back to their magical lands. (I'm paraphrasing, of course, and probably somewhat badly.)

Who da thunk it?

Who da thunk it?

Shush, you. I'll be over here with my talking animals. Did I mention that I'm going to be a fairy-witch-princess when I grow up?

Nope, musta missed that one. Oh wait, there was that one time...

I can confirm the other part of that analysis: I was always a superhero's alter-ego as a young'n. Still waiting to spring into action.

the part about how little girls dream that their lives aren't their lives and their parents aren't really their parents

See, that part bugged me. I never would have fantasized about something that, because I was terrified of strangers.

I fantasized about that--it's why I stopped sucking my finger, because you never saw pictures of princesses sleeping that way.

I played at being Princess Leia and Princess Ardala, but I suspect that was different.

And I've spent all afternoon trying to remember some insanely elaborate lets-pretend games I played with friends. I think hanging around while my brother played D&D had a very strange effect on my recess activities.

I shifted pretty cleanly from princess to spy to marauding barbarian. Can't wait to see what's next!