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Finished Coraline, and I gotta say, the ending is way different in tone in the book than it is in the movie. I won't spoil you on the difference, but while I liked the movie, I was really proud of Coraline in the book.

So I'm glad I read that.

The next book I read was The Chrysalids by John Wyndham! I described it in two ways to the internet at large:

The Chrysalids!: It's like X-men with post-apocalyptic puritans

OR

The Chrysalids: What if those kids in The Village of the Damned* were the good guys?

The above should give you an idea of the book, but I'll elaborate. In post-apocalyptic Newfoundland the chance of being born or grown non-mutated is a 50/50 crapshoot. Shit happens to the main character, normal looking lad David.

Really liked this. The first time I read this was when I was 9 and didn't appreciate dad's 'you like happy adventures, here's this book'. But it's much nicer as a twenty six year old. It's a little dry, but it's a good dry. My plan was to then start on Day Of The Triffids also by John Wyndham, but I ended up reading The Time Machine by HG Wells instead!

That story was short as hell, barely 70 pages, but it was excellent. It also made me enraged that the recent remake had decided that stupid, fatted cow humans would look surprisingly like skinny Mexicans.

Oh Weena. *pours one out for her*

Now I'm on We Have Always Lived In The Castle by Shirley Jackson. Mary Katherine Blackwood is a morbid young lady.


*Based off another book of John Wyndham's, The Midwich Cuckoos