My favorite book? Might as well ask me to name my favorite friend! They all have so many strengths and weaknesses. Each one seems both entirely too perfect a fit to choose just one, while at the same time being inadequate in itself.
As I sift through all the literary worlds I’ve visited, I find myself wanting to name a graphic novel. Is that allowed? It’s not even one of those grown-up, serious ones like Sandman. My favorite book (or rather, book series) of all time would have to be Bone, by Jeff Smith.
Phone Bone is this funny little character with a huge nose and rounded appendages who finds himself thrust into a magical world he doesn’t understand. He’s with his two cousins, one who is so conniving and greedy he can’t see past the end of his own equally large nose, and the other who is so blissfully happy in the moment that he sees no need to.
Incidentally, a running joke through the whole story is Phone Bone’s love of his own favorite book, Moby Dick.
The story starts out light and sweet and funny, but before you know it, you’re sucked into a world-rending epic of intrigue and drama and sacrifice, and your heart is all tied up in knots over the fate of the three Bone cousins and the valley they end up trying to save.
Oh yes, and let’s not forget the most important ingredient of all: It has dragons!
It’s a light read, but I don’t even know how many times I’ve picked it up to read a snipped and found myself curled on the couch for the rest of the night to finish it.
Anyway, I promise the next book I write about will be a grown-up, serious type novel. Maybe. >.>