Sean

I loved this book as I have loved everything else I have read by the author.

I have read all the Sherlock Holmes stories, some of them twice, but that was years ago and I don't remember the details. As a person who is familiar with the source material but not that clearly, this book with its constant riffing on Doyle's work was a lot of fun. I understand that people who remember the details better than I find this book to be more annoying than delightful. I understand that, but do not share their judgment.

Just NO.

A delightful book to read to grown-ups (that's who I do story times for). The art is as much fun as the words.

This is my new favorite book. I laughed out loud (literally), I cried inside, I enjoyed the adventures, I loved the characters. I recommend Digger to people who... Well, just people.

This is a great book for teen dudes who weren't raised to be decent persons and who are happy being self-centered twits. For anybody else, come on! There are real books out there, written by thoughtful people with real insights. This is just .... I don't know. It's just wallowing in one's own filth.

I would have loved it, but it was too gorey for me.

Worst book I ever read. One of the few things I really regret. My life is worse for having read it. I had to quit half way through, and I wish I had quit on the first page.

Pretty spectacular. I could say that about anything that Klassen illustrates, but this book deserves that word more than most. Spectacular!

Weird and wonderful. Also: beautiful. I am completely in favor of giving children books that aren't neat and tidy and pretty. In other words, this book.

Nice, pretty, very gentle, rather sweet. Enjoyable but not great.

A good reader for someone at A2 or even B1 level. the only problem I had is one I always do with books that offer selective vocabulary help–why did they define that word but not also this word and this one and that other one? But that quibble aside, it is good. I like the art and the story is interesting on its own. I liked it enough that I plan to read the next two in the series.

Good ideas, but sooooooo academic. I'm capable of dealing with academic writing, but I have no patience with it. Learn how to write English. I recommend it to those who care about the subject, but like me you may have to resist the urge to get your red pen and edit out some of the indulgent and precious academese.

Well, it's not my normal style but I certainly liked it enough that I am going on to Volume 2. I got this series recommended to me when I told someone that I have a hard time with any graphic medium, especially manga, since I am less literate with pictures than with the printed word. I have a hard time tracking who is who. My interlocutor suggested this series because the characters are easier to tell apart.
I enjoyed it.

My appreciation of poetry is mostly theoretical. I hate to admit it, but my brain just doesn't seem to work that way. But the illustrations on this book – so beautiful! – certainly have me the ability to appreciate these poems in a deeper and more appreciative way than normal.

Very funny, and like the first book it has numerous pages I had to stop my coworkers and read to them.

This book, the first by Miéville that I have read, reached into my mind and my guts and grabbed me in a way few books have. I have found myself driving and walking around my own city and suddenly seized by a frisson of vertigo, of uncertainty as to where I was. While trying to turn left at a rather odd intersection, in a lane which (you would have to see it to know what I mean) has always felt neither here nor there, I had a brief moment of panic. All because of The City and the City.

I don't mind; I'm not complaining. It is quite marvelous to find myself thrust into such an amazing and mind-bending book. And besides, when the fireworks are over, I am still left looking at my own city in a wholly new way, seeing it divided–we don't see them, they don't see us–as indeed it is and has always been.

My new favorite book. I am, apparently, a fish with a mustache, since my co-workers, after I showed them this book and read them the page that made me fall out of my chair with laughter, all agreed that I was the fish. So I guess I'm the fish. Better than being the moose. Or the chicken.

I've read all four currently available volumes even though Oseman is so very intent on being all inclusive at every turn (Look! This picture has one of everything in it! There's a gay boy and a lesbian and a trans girl and .....) But the story is delightful and well told and well worth reading.

Not at all my sort of book, and that is precisely why I read it (and, so far, the next two volumes as well). I am not one to write a meaningful review of any manga or of any teen romance. So let me just say that I had planned to read only volume 1 but wound up reading all the volume (1-3) that exist in English so far. The story and storytelling were sufficiently engaging to make me want to read just a little bit more.

The best compliment I can pay to this book is this: I finished it.

I was seriously tempted to close it and get on with something better by the third page. The author's decision to write the whole thing as a series of over-long run-on sentences was so annoying I felt personally insulted that he expected me to read it. And yet, as I see others have said about other books by Hamid, it was a compelling read that I eventually decided to continue with. And I'm glad I did.

The lack of conventional sentence structure, coupled with the lack of personal names (there are two names in the book, two more than there are semicolons), give the whole narrative a hazy feel, almost drugged. I don't really know if there was a reason for that decision; it was annoying, and as far as I can tell added nothing. But it was a mildly interesting experience to read it, so ... here I am. Alive in spite of the annoyance.

Since each paragraph has exactly one period, at the end, it creates a rough rhythm, the sentences go on and on, with little tiny pauses for all the commas, commas, commas, commas, all the commas, and there are lots of commas in the book, they make it feel a little choppy, and you have to keep going to find a period, it's at the end of the paragraph, and when you get there you're just tired from reading on and on past all the commas, the many commas, and even though it actually was easy enough to keep the sense of the sentence, it did become tiring to slog through it all, usually there are periods to give your mind a small break in which to regroup for the next idea snippet, but Hamid doesn't believe in periods, I think he got bit by one when he was a small child, and he's seriously terrified of semicolons, I can't even begin to imagine the trauma one must have caused him, or maybe his mother got pushed down the stairs by a semicolon when she was pregnant with him, that would explain it.

But I actually did like the book quite a bit. It was worth reading. I give it only three stars because abusive authors don't deserve more than that.

Beautiful art, funny jokes, and utterly delightful. (I am an adult, and consider this better suited to mare mature senses of humor.)

I gave four stars rather than five because of the easiness with which all possible emotional problems were solved (coming out should always go that smoothly!), but I can forgive than in such a short story. I enjoyed it very much, and the art fit perfectly.

I had not gotten very far into The Vicar of Wakefield before I realized I was not sure whether it is best described as quite serious and sincere or rather sarcastic and comic. It was only after wrestling with this question for a while that I looked to see what others had to say. Imagine my delight on finding that the entire literary world since Goldsmith first published it seems to have asked the same questions and never to have reached a conclusion. Now having finished the book, and with long and hard thought, after much prayer, I can conclusively and definitively provide the answer: Yes, it is.

I might write more later, but for now I will be content with this: I wish I had written this book myself.

The book, like everything I have seen by Dahm, captivated me with its art even when the story telling us not quite my style. Well worth enjoying for the visual beauty and the odd story.