My daughter and I were shopping online for books the other day–one of our very favorite activities–and stumbled upon a book that seemed to want to slide onto her shelf: Leven Thumps and the Gateway to Foo by Obert Skye. We both admired Skye’s opening line, “It was at least forty degrees above warm.” Skye went on to impress us, in the online excerpt, with a sardonic humor (“The few remaining plants in people’s gardens didn’t wilt, they passed out. And the flags that only days before had hung majestically on the top of local flagpoles no longer looked majestic, they looked like multi-colored pieces of cloth that had climbed up and tragically hung themselves.”) and the hook of a darkly curious happening (“Anyone foolish enough to be standing outside would have been able to watch as the lightning moved with calculating accuracy, deliberately touching anything above ground level and quickly setting it ablaze. It moved sideways and upward. The sky became a giant blackboard with heaven scratching out its apocalyptic messages with lightning bolts.”).
We were ready to order, but we read a few reviews anyway. This excerpt, from Publishers Weekly, got me thinking: [Read more…]