Not quite the Miyazaki meets Shirley Jackson I had imagined. Maybe it’s my fault for never really letting go of those expectations.

More fun to think about and read about than to actually read.

The first and last essays are the standouts.

Not sure it’s actively bad, but it’s surprisingly generic and boring given the popularity. I do not recall a single memorable moment or sentence... Glad I knocked it off the list, though, and happy to see some mainstreamed sci-fi!

The last chapter is my Roman Empire.

Contains spoilers

Either this book needed way more hippo hallucinations, or the hippo hallucination came way too early.

Took about an hour to read — and probably about an hour to write, but it’s a harmless way to pass the time.

Sometimes you really do live in a leaf.

Kind of a try-hard-edgy, Zack Snyder/Joss Whedon vibe here that is a little unappetizing.

Randomly read this when I saw it on my in-laws coffee table over Xmas, and it rekindled a little poetry love in me. RIP Bazougey.