Coraline was bored.
She flipped through a book her mother was reading about native people in a distant country; how every day they would take pieces of white silk and draw on them in wax, then dip the silks in dye, then draw on them more in wax and dye them some more, then boil the wax out in hot water, and finally, throw the now-beautiful cloths on a fire and burn them to ashes.
It seemed particularly pointless to Coraline, but she hoped that the people enjoyed it.
Coraline by Neil Gaiman
I loved this book, and for the most part also liked the movie, but I was bummed that they had to undermine the story of a heroine who saved herself by giving her a male friend to swoop in and save the day at the last minute.A good description of literary criticism.
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