I’ve only been a Neil Gaiman fan for a few years. Oddly enough, it was his middle grade novel, The Graveyard Book, that first caught my attention. (My husband is a 5th grade teacher and I am the unofficial classroom librarian. I read and recommend most of the books he buys for his students.) I knew about his Sandman series and kept checking it out from the library. I just couldn’t seem to get past the first few pages. I love dark and twisty stories but this was twisty in a different way. The story wasn’t told linearly. It jumped between time and place, point of view, and it was confusing. I can’t imagine what it was like when people had to wait weeks between books. (The series was first introduced as a monthly comic and the first volume collects the books 1-8.)
There are things I do that other people think are crazy but I think are totally normal. Like driving almost an hour to see an author I love and admire. (Margaret Atwood is going to be at Indiana University this week and I am seriously considering taking the day off work to drive 4 hours to Bloomington, IN to go see her!!) I suppose it all started when I began working at a school district where author visits are a regular occurrence. This was not something I had experienced when I was growing up. I think I would have passed out if I had met Ann M. Martin or Madeline L’Engle!