I Loves Me Some Books

I'm right in to some Neil Gaiman at the moment. Having bought Anansi Boys for a pound in Hay-on-Wye I just had to grab Fragile Things at the local Waterstones, which in turn drove me to find a copy of American Gods -- which I did at a tiny second hand book store in Notting Hill while on my way to buy cake.

Of course, everyone in the know has assured me that American Gods pales in comparison to his masterpiece, The Sandman. So, never one to go half way when I could instead go completely over the top instead, I've just purchased this baby from Amazon.

Oh yes, that's an over sized, leather bound, slip cased, re-coloured, special edition of the first quarter of the Sandman graphic novels all in one enormous tome. The good news? It looks spectacular on my shelf. The bad news? It's book 1 of 4. There's some slight guilt associated with the fact the this comes mere months after I indulged on US firsts of the entire Dark Tower series.


I fear my natural proclivities as an obsessive collector may be coming to the fore. I'm really not sure how I'm supposed to ship all this back to Perth, but damn it, I'll find a way. My current best option is wrapping them all in a great deal of bubble-wrap and constructing some sort of raft…