Tag: Sunday

Hi, Daddy Mojo here and in the immortal words of Billy Mays, but wait, there’s more, there is more to Sunday. The wordplay in the text is very clever and parlays the meanings behind some of the imagery. When Martin and Maize return, the eight pages where the three of them sit on the sofa could have been a snoozefest that made readers of all ages check out the book. Instead, it sucks readers in further simply by focusing in on the details. It’s just a black hole, but I keep getting closer and closer until I can only see the closing void of space.

Sunday, sunday, more than the sum of its beautiful parts