Status Updates From Stardust

I find this book very intriguing though slow. It feels like an old story that’s being told to me in a fairy tale forest surrounded and illuminated by fireflies and fairy lights. With a soft crackle of campfire, complimenting the sound of the story, and the wordage of how the actions of the story are conveyed. Neil Gaiman though troublesome, is a very great writer. I’m excited to see what happens next.

The clod of mud hit Tristran in the chest.
“Go away,” she sobbed, burying her face in her arms. “Go away and leave me alone.”
“You’re the star,” said Tristran, comprehension dawning.

Tristran. “Look. I didn’t mean to disturb you. It’s just there’s a star fallen somewhere around here, and I have to get it back before the candle burns out.”
“I broke my leg,” said the young lady.
“I’m sorry, of course,” said Tristran. “But the star.”
“I broke my leg,” she told him sadly, “when I fell.” And with that, she heaved her lump of mud at him. Glittering dust fell from her arm, as it moved.

Words : aquiline tawny daubed wan wizened chimney onyx Incontrovertibly cretinous