The young miss needed a 150-page book for a book report. And she needed it quick, so we were off to the library Monday to find a tome, not made into a movie, at least 150 pages, and not lame. The librarian was most helpful, but as we were searching, I noticed Coraline on the YA shelf, so I put it in the young miss’s pile. It was an award-winner in the sf universe.
She didn’t choose it for her report, but I read it over the next day. It’s about as well-plotted as one could imagine, humor keeping interest until the scary stuff begins, and the scary stuff not trickling off until the very end.
I wouldn’t want to have my child reading it late at night in a dark and creaky household.
But I sure enjoyed it.