Black holes were the most destructive things in the universe. Arseholes were a close second…
OK, what can I say now about "Old Haunts" that I haven't already used in my reviews for "How To Be Dead" (aka novellete or Book 1) or "Paper Cuts"? Um, well, a lot of the truly neat-o bits we've seen in these first two chapters really get expounded (expanded?) upon here, rising to a rather destructive wave of, erm, destruction that nearly brings London to its metaphorically pale and clammy knees. Thank goodness everyone loves each other when it's all said and done, right? No, I didn't think so either… damn you, Margaret Thatcher!
It's the nights you have to worry about. The dark nights that stretch out like a dark stretchy thing.
By this time, if you've been reading along to not only my summarizations but actually the books themselves, you are as addicted to Dave Turner's writing as I have become in just a few short days. I had actually started these as part of a group reading challenge (waves to the DMG Crypt gang!) and thought "ok, it can't hurt, let's see Brother Rick (not Dave, sorry) has recommended". Well, now I'm stuck because I'm going to keep reading these hilarious and well-written books until there are no more to stack up on my creaky old nightstand! I again have to just underline that if you ever want to gift me ANY books, THESE are the kinds that I love!
Death had become disillusioned with humanity in the 80s… The threat of nuclear war, the depletion of the ozone layer, Bon Jovi. The list of humanity's crimes against nature was long and hideous.
Yes, though I've said this before AND keep repeating myself, too, this series is hitting on all cylinders for me. The characters speak to me, the humour speaks to me, and yes, that doll in the corner of my daughter's room still speaks to me, but that's an issue we'll deal with another time. Dave Turner's writing is witty without being flippant and he can have us grabbing our sides even while we're running away from very real mortal danger. Look, if you've ever been down in the Underground at any time after 11 a.m. on a Friday in London, you know exactly of what I speak!
Time stretches out before me like an endless ocean. I am drowning in time.
So yeah, sure, this final bit to Omnibus the First is noticeably more philosophical. But when you're dealing with any number of all-powerful, apparently-not-as-immortal-as-we-thought beings, and the consequences of not getting, well, death or even Death right, that's going to turn up now and then. I'm really enjoying that we're getting to know everyone a bit better - in particular Anne this go 'round - and can only admit to my nearly unbridled enthusiasm to keep the show going! See you soooooooon! Did that sound spooky? Or just kind of sad? I'll work on it…