I just found out that Wil Wheaton did the audio version of this book (which I will be getting shortly). That in itself should tell you how awesome it is, but you could still read my review if you want.
Who’s got the power, the power to read (among others)?
Like Matilda, I could read at 4-years-old. Unlike her, my parents encouraged my reading, as I’m doing with my daughter. In case the title didn’t give it away, her favorite show is Super Why.
Is this the beginning of the end?
So, I met Bill Willingham at a book signing between this book and the last one, Cubs In Toyland. That book was so freaking sad, and I told him as much and that I hoped that the next one would be lighter. That’s not what happened. Now, I’m not complaining, because as gut wrenching as it was, it was good. He just wants to make us cry,apparently. (Seriously though, he was really nice when I met him.)
You probably don’t want to read this.
One of the internet’s favorite catch phrases would have made a great title for this, but I couldn’t bring myself to use it. I’ve been a longtime fan of true crime, but this book was hard for me to read. I’m giving it 3 stars, because it’s well executed, but it’s not enjoyable and neither is my review.