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Oh, Neil Gaiman. You just...stun me. You make my childhood world intersect with my (almost) adult one in all kinds of beautiful ways. You make me feel like my passion for history and writing and books and all the beauty contained within those spheres is worthwhile. You make me feel like perhaps life is not all about the bread-and-butter (working boring jobs and being in debt and dragging up screaming children as your grand contribution to society), but that it is instead mostly about the magical moments (kissing the searing mouth of someone I'm slowly falling in love with and laughing until I'm consciously aware of nothing else and plumbing the rich depths of a novel that is true literature).
Except for when I find out that you wrote the 2007 animated film of Beowulf, when I gasp in shock and feel heartbreak tear me asunder. YOU BROKE MY FAVOURITE EPIC POEM OF ALL TIME, GAIMAN. HOW COULD YOU?!
*Sob*
...but I still love you, you mad, creative, brilliant, Doctor Who-watching (and WRITING OMG) man. <3