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Saturday, November 10, 2007, 11:08 PM

If you enjoyed Stardust the movie, GO GET THE BOOK! It's wayyyyy better than the movie. Cos the movie is only "based on" the actual story.
psst. thanks to Jason for mailing me Stardust all the way from NY a few years back!

And if like me, you totally fell in love with the book (it's my fave fairy-tale!), and you're game for something A LOT darker, go pick up Neverwhere (also by Neil Gaiman). Haha, take that as a dare. One of Gaiman's best works in my opinion.

Here's the "prelude" to Stardust.. Well, sort of..

Song

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot;
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights
Till Age snow white hairs on thee;
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know;
Such a pilgrimage were sweet.
Yet do not; I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet.
Though she were true when you met her,
And last till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two or three.


-John Donne. 1573–1631