The Log Goblin by Brian Staveley
My rating: 3/5 cats
“Killin’ a thing,” he declared, “don’t make it yours.”
“It was dying already,” I protested.
“So’re you!” he said, stabbing a finger at me. “Doesn’t mean I come in yer house at night to chop you down.”
i read this one because i saw the title “log goblin” and giggled, thinking “i shall make a witty remark about greg’s mom in the review for this!”
sometimes that’s the only reason i need to read a book.
so, here: “log gobblin’? sounds like a typical wednesday night for greg’s mom!”
OHHHHHHHHHH
apart from that unparalleled witticism, this story is pretty forgettable. it’s very short and i guess it’s a lovely story about human and goblin values and the way we respect and remember our dead and the shape those rituals take, but it didn’t really leave much of an impression on me. probably because i was still too busy giggling over the opportunity for making dick jokes. so i guess that tells you what you should do with my opinions.
disregard as always.
read it for yourself here:
http://www.tor.com/2015/12/09/the-log…
