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ohnoitscoco's review against another edition
4.0
Foxglove and Hazel return sometime after their lives had been blown apart by a hurricane, and they aren't doing too well. In their run-in with Death, we find that Death is a very good, caring listener as Hazel spills her life, and that Death causes us to see what things are really important about life.
Something that is strikingly unimportant next to everything else going on: A male underwear model's choice of occupation.
This is a rather short volume as compared to the longer ones in the Sandman series, but it's long enough to pull at your heartstrings and make you think. I enjoyed the artwork equally during Foxglove's butterfly dreams in light, airy colors as during the heavily shadowed moments of Boris' decison. Well done.
Something that is strikingly unimportant next to everything else going on: A male underwear model's choice of occupation.
This is a rather short volume as compared to the longer ones in the Sandman series, but it's long enough to pull at your heartstrings and make you think. I enjoyed the artwork equally during Foxglove's butterfly dreams in light, airy colors as during the heavily shadowed moments of Boris' decison. Well done.
cjbeaupa's review against another edition
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
mysterious
reflective
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
natyosch's review against another edition
adventurous
dark
hopeful
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.75
amyjoy's review against another edition
4.0
This is a great, beautiful story, but it's much more about Foxglove than it is about Death. I'm okay with that because I find Fox & Hazel's story compelling and real, but there's not a lot of Death here for my tastes. To be fair, there's never enough Death. She's totally my fav.
bobreturns's review against another edition
4.0
I really enjoy these little Sandman add-ons. Nice to see what happens to the characters later on.
All I need now is one about the guy who chose never to die.
All I need now is one about the guy who chose never to die.
bowienerd_82's review against another edition
3.0
The second Death graphic novel doesn't quite live up to hte promise of the first, but it still contains Gaiman's absolutely brilliant portrayal of Death, great writing, good art, and the usual overall brilliance.
primo_s_s's review against another edition
4.0
Gaiman's Death is officially my favorite fictional Death (I haven't read enough of Pratchett's), this series doesn't even feature her all that much, especially in the beginning, but still, a great read and there are a lot of great quotes throughout the book.
kyriakiz's review against another edition
4.0
Μια ακόμη ωραία ιστορία για την Death αν και στην πραγματικότητα πιο πολύ μου φάνηκε σαν μια extra story για κάποιους από τους χαρακτήρες από τη βασική σειρά του Sandman.
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sarahthornton's review against another edition
4.0
I first found this, remarkably, in the YA section of the regional library in the country town I lived. It was a different era, and time moved slower there, hindered by poor infrastructure and religion.
The cover drew me; I instinctively knew, somehow, that here queer content resided. Such content was few and far between and incredibly subtle, so I believe to this day that this was my first real taste of representation.
I consumed it in one sitting; we went to town once a week, and my brother and I were dropped off at the town library. It wasn't the kind of book I could check out; my brother would get out Ranma1/2 but I had to be more careful and borrow it from him. But I digress.
It was decades ago now, closer to centuries ago, really. I was holed up in a corner of the non-fiction section, where no one would think to look for me, knees folded up to hide the cover from any enquiring gaze.
I remember vividly reading this book so long ago, and rereading it today is as familiar and as foreign as seeing my own face, maskless, in a mirror. I remember being disappointed; I thought lesbians would treat women better, that they wouldn't cheat on them. I'm older now, and understand that people are just a series of choices.
When Hazel said she loved Death, I felt it too. That waifish, Egyptian-folklore girl with the sad smile - oh yes, I felt that.
I put the book away, and picked up another, collecting books I could take out. The book disappeared from the library; I never saw it again, didn't remember its name and began to think I had dreamt it.
But the concept stayed with me, and remains to this day. We exist, and then we don't. We exist, and we all represent everything we were. We exist, and we inhabit so little of our potential, and we should exist as loudly and as completely as we can.
The cover drew me; I instinctively knew, somehow, that here queer content resided. Such content was few and far between and incredibly subtle, so I believe to this day that this was my first real taste of representation.
I consumed it in one sitting; we went to town once a week, and my brother and I were dropped off at the town library. It wasn't the kind of book I could check out; my brother would get out Ranma1/2 but I had to be more careful and borrow it from him. But I digress.
It was decades ago now, closer to centuries ago, really. I was holed up in a corner of the non-fiction section, where no one would think to look for me, knees folded up to hide the cover from any enquiring gaze.
I remember vividly reading this book so long ago, and rereading it today is as familiar and as foreign as seeing my own face, maskless, in a mirror. I remember being disappointed; I thought lesbians would treat women better, that they wouldn't cheat on them. I'm older now, and understand that people are just a series of choices.
When Hazel said she loved Death, I felt it too. That waifish, Egyptian-folklore girl with the sad smile - oh yes, I felt that.
I put the book away, and picked up another, collecting books I could take out. The book disappeared from the library; I never saw it again, didn't remember its name and began to think I had dreamt it.
But the concept stayed with me, and remains to this day. We exist, and then we don't. We exist, and we all represent everything we were. We exist, and we inhabit so little of our potential, and we should exist as loudly and as completely as we can.