Life is like a box of chocolates: unopened, dusty, and beginning to attract a lot of insects.
Welcome to Night Vale.
I think I enjoyed this collection more than the last one, though I'm not sure if it's that the writing is more polished, or if the stories are just more to my taste. I really enjoyed the segments about the mayoral race between The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home, and Hiram McDaniels, who is literally a five-headed dragon. This book also includes two of my favorite bits EVER. (No surprise - they both concern libraries.):
The Night Vale Public Library will be expanding into a second branch, The Night Vale Private Library. This library will be right next door to the current location, and will be available only to one person, local billionaire Marcus Vanston. It will contain thousands of books on any given subject, an interactive children's area shaped like a pirate's ship, and a biography section featuring not just biographies of Helen Hunt, but also biographies of Sean Penn. Plans include floor-to-ceiling windows facing the public library, which Marcus, the only person who will ever be allowed inside, says he will use to stroll nude through his library, staring ordinary citizens in the eyes as he does not read or make any use of the towers of books around him. Marcus continued: "Maybe I will pick up a book and open it as though I were going to read it, but then reveal to those watching that I am holding it upside down before laughing and throwing the book away. I'm not sure. I haven't planned out every moment. I will definitely be nude though."
And, the Night Vale Public Library's Summer Reading Program which is predictably a bit . . . unpredictable, starting with the enticing posters that advertise - Get into a good book this summer and You are going to get inside this book and we are going to close it on you and there is nothing you can do about it. Before long, over a hundred children are feared to be in the public library, and possibly learning. Imagine the relief when the kids emerge wild-eyed, feral and caked in effluvia from the library, led by twelve-year-old Tamika Flynn who is clutching the severed head of a librarian. No one knows what really went on inside, but I'm guessing the kids rebelled when they learned the "prizes" for completing their reading lists were only crappy used Happy Meal toys, and not the large stuffed animals they had been expecting.
That's what happened at our library this summer, anyway. I was lucky to escape with my head (and most of my digits.)
Stay tuned next for a keening howl, a scratch at the door, a hood falling suddenly over your face, and a delicious roasted squash recipe your family will just love.
Good night, Night Vale. Good night.