Christmas Eve With My Soul Mate in New York

The bells are ringing all night in Little Italy,
The protesters are camping out at Zuccotti.
So let's have a snazzy Manhattan pizza,
Crafted by the finest chefs on this side of the Atlantic,
Who twirl the dough on their fingertips
Like Harlem Globetrotters spinning basketballs
Or the hand of God wobbling the Earth on its axis
Beneath the custard smile of the moon.
Someday we'll go there,
Where the Creator and the Joker showoff their tricks.

The City of Dreaming Books, Walter Moers

    It’s alive I tell you, alive! Everything in this book is alive. Even the book itself might be as well, possessed by the Orm and all the astral dust in between Earth and Bookholm. Moers conjures up a vast catalog of species and settings in this metafiction-fantasy, which is mostly set in the catacombs below a city of readers and writers. Some parts in this book are unforgettable, like the trombomusic, the trash dump, the crystal caves, and the mine-shaft “rollercoaster”, which might be the most intense segment of any book I’ve read this year. For fans of adventure, don’t let the metafiction dissuade you; after 100 pages the wild journey begins, a journey that left me scratching my head in between the epic, often horrifying dangers that lurk beneath Bookholm's dark, mysterious caverns. I’m quite certain that fans of the Abarat series by Clive Barker will love this to pieces. They are very similar in the factors of genre, style, and outlandish creativity. So, if you love Abarat , read this!