Smoke, Mirrors, Snow, Glass, Apples

I wrote very early on in this blog about Neil Gaiman's work. Since it's his birthday tomorrow, I thought I'd get him the 25 pence worth of royalties or whatever it is is by buying something he'd written.
Needless to say, I still haven't got round to any of the graphic novel stuff. Give me time. And strength.
Smoke and Mirrors includes a wonderful fairytale reversal. Not quite as completely good in its Weltanshaung as Sondheim's Into the Woods, but in its own way almost more perfectly pitched; fantastically nasty, scary and clever.