E is for Edward who came to my attention when I was 12 and read a series of books by John Belairs, about a little boy with a wizard for a grandfather, a witch for a neighbor and a tomboy for a friend and all manner of black magic wielding enemies and houses with clocks in the walls. And while I liked these books immensely, it was always the eerie, evocative sketches done with millions of pen scratches that made me thumb through the books over and over again.
Thank you, Mr. Gorey.
posted by gsh at 8:50 PM on April 16, 2000