A few days ago I re-read Neil Gaiman’s “Coraline”, this time in original language. While doing so, I remembered the first time I read the italian translation, when I was more or less 9 years-old. I remembered how this book really frightened me, and how I loved it so much that I read it two more times throught the years.
Now I’m 22, but the other day I felt like I was reading “Coraline” for the first time. And I was scared.