What does the word ‘book’ mean to you? Does it describe the content and words within or merely the paper and its binding? The Oxford Dictionary still defines ‘book’ as: “…a written or printed work consisting of pages glued or sewn together along one side and bound in covers.”
I am regularly asked to review books, and other things, all the time on this blog and my policy has always been to say ‘no’. This blog is not for profit and doesn’t include advertising or anything else that can create any bias or conflict of interest. If I review something, it should be because I have something to say about it, not because I want to do a favour to get a freebie or get cash for comment. However, this one time I’m reviewing a book that I just couldn’t refuse.
Five sleeps until W-Day, when I trade in the bachelor life for bliss. This afternoon, I was finalising the reading my Mum will present at the ceremony, selecting the most relevant passages from the Winnie the Pooh books. I knew I wanted a Winnie the Pooh reading ever since I knew I wanted to get married. He has been a constant companion throughout my life and I continue to follow his ‘teachings’.
Okay, I actually asked him to, but ‘Neil Gaiman Signing’ was too boring a title. Last week I was lucky enough to take my daughter to Neil’s appearance at Kinokuniya Books in Sydney. Hazel has been an avid fan of Mr Gaiman ever since I bought Coraline for her a few Christmases ago. As the book that finally turned her onto reading, Hazel has always regretted missing Neil’s last appearance in Sydney a couple of years ago.