I went up to the Edinburgh Festival last week, mostly to hear Neil Gaiman read (yes, again). It also meant that I bought far too many books, more than I'd given myself leave to purchase. I should have expected it, of course, but there you go. The to-be-read stack next to my place at the dining room table is now quite towering and somewhat precarious, but it's full of good stuff. The first thing I read was my new copy of Gaiman's Neverwhere , which was different from my current crap edition in that he'd compiled and edited the various British and American versions that were out there to create the "Author's Preferred Text." How could I not get it, when even the non-author's preferred text is one of my favorite books of all time, and the reason I'm writing what I'm writing, studying what I'm studying? That thing fracking launched me. Anyway, it's been a while since I read an "adult" Gaiman book, what with the recent popular...
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