I’ve always enjoyed the Goodnights. Any glimpse into Hookland is always appreciated. There like seed crystals that someone’s imagination can grow into something beautiful.
I felt bereft when you stopped tweeting Goodnights, so huge thanks. I've printed them so that I can re-read one a night. Each reading seems to open my senses further to Hookland and bring me closer to Hooklanders.
Re-reading the “goodnights” is an inspiring and joyous experience. For me, they convey the essence of Hookland and conjure up a vibrant host of stories, characters and images. Even more than this, they make me feel a connection with all the other Hooklanders* reading them. *wherever they actually reside.
I enjoyed the Goodnights, and I miss them, though I had to hunt them down, thanks to TIME ZONES and the deadly deadly algorithm. Reading them one after another was a grand poetry. Thank you. <3
I briefly mused on a request for a bit of Hookland's atmosphere, bottled, only to find it's borders seem... not entirely situated firmly across the pond. It may be one of your ramblings may take you here, or me there, on a fortunate day. Well, ok, fortunate for *me* if not for thee, although I can assure you I make a decent cuppa. Just knock on the door if you happen across it - the green one with the the patchy brown lintel in need of some paint.
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I’ve always enjoyed the Goodnights. Any glimpse into Hookland is always appreciated. There like seed crystals that someone’s imagination can grow into something beautiful.
I felt bereft when you stopped tweeting Goodnights, so huge thanks. I've printed them so that I can re-read one a night. Each reading seems to open my senses further to Hookland and bring me closer to Hooklanders.
Re-reading the “goodnights” is an inspiring and joyous experience. For me, they convey the essence of Hookland and conjure up a vibrant host of stories, characters and images. Even more than this, they make me feel a connection with all the other Hooklanders* reading them. *wherever they actually reside.
Pillow Gringers have cost me a fair bit in dental care.
Thank you for the lovely odyssey across Hookland and its denizens in Good Night From Hookland.
Hoping for a New Year full of marvels, old and new.
I enjoyed the Goodnights, and I miss them, though I had to hunt them down, thanks to TIME ZONES and the deadly deadly algorithm. Reading them one after another was a grand poetry. Thank you. <3
Oh, wonderful! 💖
love the goodnights!
Thank you for the Goodnights. Marvelous.
I loved the Goodnights and it is lovely to have them in one place - I probably missed a few in the Twitter melee. Thank you so much.
Thanks for the great review of Cloven Country, I've added it to my reading list.
I briefly mused on a request for a bit of Hookland's atmosphere, bottled, only to find it's borders seem... not entirely situated firmly across the pond. It may be one of your ramblings may take you here, or me there, on a fortunate day. Well, ok, fortunate for *me* if not for thee, although I can assure you I make a decent cuppa. Just knock on the door if you happen across it - the green one with the the patchy brown lintel in need of some paint.