![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Bedford mentioned it last year when he reviewed it on its US publication date. Is it the unbounded potential that an unread book offers? Is it the fact that by sharing we are part of a select group who ‘get it’ in defiance of all those who don’t? Or, alternatively, is it that I am inherently selfish, and I love the fact that a book I love becomes mine?Ī Cosmology of Monsters is a book that gets as close to that feeling as I’ve read in a long time, that not only acknowledges my response amongst others but celebrates it – all of it, in a genre way. I’ve tried for years to try and encapsulate what that feeling is and why we feel it, to try to put into words and tell others why I read this genre and these books. If you are one of those whose view of a bookpile fills you with joy, where a picture of someone in front of a bookshelf leads you to scrutinise the wall to see what’s there, where your idea of heaven is to wander through a bookshop with unlimited resources (hasn’t happened here yet, but you never know!) I know that I’m probably not talking to the uninitiated here. Look, most of the people reading this know what pleasure there is to be found in a book, right? ![]()
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