She's really got me now...
I. Uh. Finally started reading Nurk today.
Yeah, the Ursula Vernon book I bought in.. uh.. May?
This is not the first paragraphs or such, but I do submit them as the point where I became gigglingly enthralled UTTERLY:
More than anything, Nurk wanted to be like his grandmother Surka the warrior shrew. Surka had been a fighter, a dishwasher, and a pirate queen, and he was very proud to be related to her. Her portrait hung in his front hallway, and it was the first thing anyone saw when they entered his house. (Since the portrait showed her brandishing a severed head, this was a bit of a shock for first-time visitors, but Nurk's love for the portrait was undimmed.)
The problem was that he wasn't sure that he really wanted to have an adventure of his own. Most of the stories of adventure seemed to start somewhere very far away, and skipped over the details of how you got there or what you were supposed to pack. They sounded messy and occasionally terrifying. Nurk was worried that he wouldn't go about having adventures the right way and would miss them entirely, or have a bad one where he spent most of his time wet and cold and hungry and without clean socks. And he had to admit that he couldn't think of any situation where he would want to brandish anyone's severed head.
I highly suggest that those who like odd books for their children, or odd children's books for themselves, check this one out. And now I'm TOTALLY going to have to grab Dragonbreath.
Yeah, the Ursula Vernon book I bought in.. uh.. May?
This is not the first paragraphs or such, but I do submit them as the point where I became gigglingly enthralled UTTERLY:
More than anything, Nurk wanted to be like his grandmother Surka the warrior shrew. Surka had been a fighter, a dishwasher, and a pirate queen, and he was very proud to be related to her. Her portrait hung in his front hallway, and it was the first thing anyone saw when they entered his house. (Since the portrait showed her brandishing a severed head, this was a bit of a shock for first-time visitors, but Nurk's love for the portrait was undimmed.)
The problem was that he wasn't sure that he really wanted to have an adventure of his own. Most of the stories of adventure seemed to start somewhere very far away, and skipped over the details of how you got there or what you were supposed to pack. They sounded messy and occasionally terrifying. Nurk was worried that he wouldn't go about having adventures the right way and would miss them entirely, or have a bad one where he spent most of his time wet and cold and hungry and without clean socks. And he had to admit that he couldn't think of any situation where he would want to brandish anyone's severed head.
I highly suggest that those who like odd books for their children, or odd children's books for themselves, check this one out. And now I'm TOTALLY going to have to grab Dragonbreath.