Holy guacamole. This book, guys--this book--is absolutely crazy. Time travel, bell ringers, political agendas, and can I just say, I have never fretted about a man on his fishing trip more.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Zombies vs. Superheroes. It's the most anticipated match-up since Pirates vs. Ninjas!!
God bless satire.
Buffy Summers meets Nancy Drew in an LA murder mystery.
The only thing this book was missing was a pineapple.
After I read this book, I went out and bought 100 sheets of origami paper. And I bet you will too.
Life's funny when you want and don't want something at once.
Rule one: Don't look at the demon. Rule two: Don't listen to the demon. Rule three: Don't talk to the demon. But I did, and now it's too late.
It's addicting, with you constantly turning the pages because you feel as if you've just almost touched the core of this enigmatic thing. Cantero's writing draws you in, dangling curiosity and the need to know perfectly, in a pace and manner that makes you hard-pressed to set the book down.