So lately I’ve been reading Dinosaur Comics — I find the absurdist humour pretty awesome most of the time. (The recent one on quantum erotica is good for a chuckle.)
When I was younger, though, I preferred to read about real dinosaurs, even though they (arguably) had less character. I was quite pleased to discover the favourite book as a 6- or 7-year old is still kicking around the school system. I swear The Dinosaur Encyclopedia spent a whole lot more time than it should have at my house and in my locker.
I kind of have a half-crazy urge to order this book down from the satellite campus just to get another look at it 20 years down the road. I wonder how much I’d still remember.