Coraline finds a world that is seemingly better than her own but quickly realizes that it’s a trap and that she’s not the only one trapped.
The day after they moved in, Coraline went exploring….
In Coraline’s family’s new flat are twenty-one windows and fourteen doors. Thirteen of the doors open and close.
The fourteenth is locked, and on the other side is only a brick wall, until the day Coraline unlocks the door to find a passage to another flat in another house just like her own.
Only it’s different.
At first, things seem marvelous in the other flat. The food is better. The toy box is filled with wind-up angels that flutter around the bedroom, books whose pictures writhe and crawl and shimmer, little dinosaur skulls that chatter their teeth. But there’s another mother, and another father, and they want Coraline to stay with them and be their little girl. They want to change her and never let her go.
Other children are trapped there as well, lost souls behind the mirrors. Coraline is their only hope of rescue. She will have to fight with all her wits and all the tools she can find if she is to save the lost children, her ordinary life, and herself.
Author: Neil Gaiman
Publication: August 29, 2006 by William Morrow Paperbacks
Genre: Fantasy, Horror
Target audience: Middle Grade
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Well, this was my first Neil Gaiman book, and it was a children’s book, and it was creepy as fuck.
I mean, I knew what I was going into. I saw the movie. As a child. And it traumatized me. But recently I started thinking ‘I’m older now. I can handle this. This is for children’.
It is still creepy. But I liked it.
I like the story and I like Gaiman’s writing style. This sure ain’t gonna stay the only Neil Gaiman book I’ve read, I tell ya.
Yet I have to admit that I actually prefer the movie adaption to the book itself, thus only 4 stars. The movie plot is more developed and you also got Wybie. And I feel like the movie is even scarier. I don’t know why man but it is. Usually my own imagination is pretty good for visualizing what I read, but seeing all this on screen, especially the button eyes, is plain terrifying.