Currently reading…

something squidly.  something cephalopodelicious. something Kraken. Now Miéville is my boi, and I love almost everything he writes, but I didn’t really expect to embrace the squid, to tell you the truth — however, so far I’m loving  it. I’m on page 85 and I’m finding it unexpectedly outré-whimsical and Gaimanesque, which is fine by me. This book is so not taking itself seriously, and I’m kind of liking “Chuckles Miéville.” I just wonder if he wrote it because most people probably think his last name is Melville? Nothing like a giant sea monster to muddy the waters, is what I always say.

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