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Someone explain this to me.

I'm completely obsessed with a kid's book series called Dragonbreath. There is no hidden motive for my obsession. There is no higher philosophical meaning in the books. I'm fairly certain a psychologist would pin some kind of syndrome on me for getting giddy over a bunch of adventure stories about a Dragon named Danny and his best friend Wendell (an iguana).

I do not have a thing for reptiles, as far as I know. I DO have a ridiculously obsessive personality, and with my profession veering towards comics as of late, I've been reading a lot of them. [I'm also obsessing over anything written by Scott Snyder, because he is retardedly talented and I want to have his babies.]

Just. Kid's books? Really?

This happened once before, with a series called Babymouse. Oh, and a picture book called Punk Farm. I guess it's happened a lot. But I have no ulterior motives other than laughing out loud and giggling over adorably drawn animals and their various quirks.

I feel a bit cuckoo for cocoa puffs. Does anyone else out there find themselves reading kiddie lit and loving it?

I guess this feels all the more disturbing because I own a lot of porn. Not that it has anything to do with dragons.

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suede
May. 13th, 2012 05:45 pm (UTC)
Hello!
I just found your journal going through some manics comms, trying to find an active one. I have been away from lj some time and most of my friends are gone, so it's good to find new interesting friends!
I am adding you, hope you add me back.
aerodrome1
May. 21st, 2012 03:45 am (UTC)
Lovely series! Kids' books are wonderful.
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