In which I recount hitting a new level of procrastination, feel bewildered by Philip Pullman’s Grimm Tales, and do a bit of squealing.
You know those really long internet searches where one thing leads to another and another and before you know it three hours have slipped by? I fell into one of those cyberspace sinkholes one thundery Thursday (aptly enough) a few weeks back when I really should have been busy packing up all my stuff from uni. But instead of emerging from that sinkhole with only a spinning head and a sense of guilt and mild panic at the amount of time spent staring at arrays of pixels, I also surfaced with an excited determination to go out and buy The Bird King and other sketches by Shaun Tan. Continue reading “On the discovery of Shaun Tan in a cyberspace sinkhole”