Fragile things

I've been reading a lot lately. Well, I've had a lot to read lately. The Twilight series and lots of Neil Gaiman - I just bought myself a Books of Magic graphic novel (Oh yeah and I just discovered two magic/fantasy fans today. Yay.). And now I hear there's gonna be a sixth Hitchhiker's book next year, even though the writer of the series has expired some time past. Whoooooooo!

So I'm also reading Neil Gaiman's Fragile Things and it's so awesome I'm inspired to write my own stories. Was. Heh. The feeling sorta wore off on the way home. Musta left it on the train.

Oh well. Maybe tomorrow, then.

It is really pretty awesome though. There's a story written for the website of The Matrix, a set of stories meant to accompany a Tori Amos CD, and one discussing the problem of Susan - the one from Narnia. I always wondered about her. The story's pretty disturbing though...

And one of my personal favourites is Other People. A story about the afterlife, or one of the options anyway. I wonder if Hell really is like that? Owwwwwwww. I'll be good now! Promise.

I love the book's opening. The first line of the introduction - 'I think... that I would rather recollect a life misspent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt.' Hmmmmmmm. Food for thought. That certainly describes me, although I suspect I'm getting too old (physically and emotionally) for this. Someday I'll have to stop.

Maybe tomorrow.

But...

Hearts, dreams, people. What is life, after all, without these fragile things?